Christopher EdwardEMMS"TREES
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.
by Joyce Kilmer"
On your sixth anniversary, we are remembering you with this poem that your aunt, Elsa E. Emms, rimmed in her book "The Golden Treasury", London and Glasgow Collins Clear-Type Press, pg 340.
Yonca, Vin&Jo, Family and Friends near and far, with peaceful love
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