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.Trees
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
