Trees by Alfred Joyce Kilmer

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.

Alfred Joyce Kilmer

About Russell Boyle

Russell Boyle is a mathematics teacher, writer, and poet. His poetry anthologies are titled The Beginning, Footprints and Loneliness. Russell is the author of the Year 7 to 8 Mathematics Short-Answer Tasks, the Year 7 to 10 Mathematics Multiple-Choice Tasks, the Year 9 to 10 Extended-Response Tasks, the solutions to the Year 12 VCAA Mathematics Exams and the Web-Programming For Beginners series of courses. Sample poems and questions may be downloaded from
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9 Responses to Trees by Alfred Joyce Kilmer

  1. renxkyoko says:

    I know this poem …. we had to memorize it and recite it in class.

  2. Aquileana says:

    Absolutely beautiful, Russell…
    Best wishes and thanks for sharing, Aquileana 🙂

  3. Jackie says:

    A classic!
    I wanted to apologize for not visiting your blog lately. Things have been a bit topsy-turvey but will hopefully settle soon. I will catch up as quickly as I can. 🙂

  4. C.J. Black says:

    I remember this as being one of the first poems I learned – many, many moons ago thank you for sharing.

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