morning poem

Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by billy, Oct 3, 2010.

  1. billy

    billy G&G Evangelist Forum Contributor

    Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

    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.

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  2. neophyte

    neophyte Wonderment :) Forum Contributor

    warm; contrasted with peace and love :)
     

  3. samuel

    samuel G&G Newbie

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    Thanks Billy.Sometimes you are like a breath of fresh air.
     
  4. SwedeSteve

    SwedeSteve Freedom Zealot Forum Contributor

    And yet there are the other times when...

    Thanks for starting my day right billster !!
     
  5. Paul T

    Paul T G&G Newbie

    My favorite mad scientist , poad scholor and poet laureat
     
  6. billy

    billy G&G Evangelist Forum Contributor

    i always try to start my day with a poem*







    * and some nekkid lady trees.....
     
  7. BigElkCanoe

    BigElkCanoe G&G Addict Forum Contributor

    Billy you are the best at shock and ,,,,,,awwww
     
  8. toolman

    toolman Resident Sasquatch Forum Contributor

  9. I think that I shall never see
    A WalMart lovely as a tree.
    Indeed, unless the WalMarts fall
    I'll never see a tree at all.
     
  10. neophyte

    neophyte Wonderment :) Forum Contributor

    wonder in the morning

    By Anonymous
    Woke early one morning,
    the earth lay cool and still,
    when suddenly a tiny bird,
    perched on my window sill,
    it sang a song so lovely,
    so carefree and so gay,
    that slowly all my troubles,
    began to slip away,
    it sang of far off places,
    of laughter and of fun,
    it seemed his very song,
    brought out the morning sun,
    I pulled back the covers,
    and crept slowly out of bed,
    and gently shut the window,
    and crushed his freaking head,
    I'm not a morning person