NaWriPoMo: Re-write Trees

Today’s challenge is to re-write a poem.  I choose one of my favorites:  Trees.

I Think that I shall Never Be

I shall never be a poet,
It's unnatural.  Don't I know it.

Still, poetry nourishes my body and soul,
Like the Lord resting, or a flowery knoll.

God is here, and God is there,
Oh God! You are everywhere.

God's creation blooms new. His seasons unfold,
The same with a poem, each time re-told.

Vanity of vanities. My heart is a knothole,
Interesting to look at, but impossible to know.


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.

Joyce Kilmer


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