Wrong Hands by John Atkinson for May 12, 2023

They all had a working relationship with the Poet Tree.

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 wearA 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.

A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wearA 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.

I’m with Byron!

The vine inspiration.