Sunday, April 8, 2012

Joyce Kilmer National Forest

On Friday night my Grandaddy, Aunt Gayla, Uncle Russel, Dad, and Mom, Nate and I went to the 
Alison Krauss Concert.
It was awesome.

On Saturday the boys headed out to the Joyce Kilmer National Forest

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.
Joyce Kilmer

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