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

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. Joyce Kilmer