I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
"I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree"---------
My dogs agree and I agree! My family loves this tree, a large, very old oak that stands in a hayfield by itself. The only shade in the summer, and here on a sunny, winter day large enough to curl up by and enjoy the reflected heat.
These are three of our four rescued dogs. Gunner, Walter and Clarabelle.
Each one a different rescue, and each one unique.
Next week I'll tell you Walter's story.