Heart of the City by Steenz for March 01, 2020

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

“I believed in the Catholic position, the Catholic view of ethics and aesthetics, for a long time. But I wanted something not intellectual, some conviction not mental – in fact I wanted faith.” Joyce Kilmer

“When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths.” Joyce Kilmer

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked…”

“There was a young man from Nantucket…”

So how long has Heart given up ballet?

Me too, kid <3

“…. Indeed, unless the billboards fall / I’ll never see a tree at all.”

Is it just me, or does middle school cause premature graying in students? In parents, I would understand…

Kilmer has a national forest named after him in the North Carolina mountains. It’s a lovely place full of giant trees and rocks.

Good to hear, Heart :-) We need more people to appreciate Nature :-)

when did Heart go grey?

A tree with armpit hair???

I’ve always loved that poem. I think I was about Heart’s age when I first heard it, too.

Great idea, Heart.

Yes. Trees are indeed good.