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  • Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
    Trees

    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.
  • This is a sprout from Barbara's story "Gone." It reminded me of an experience I had many years ago in Houston,Texas.

    I worked for a temporary agency and was assigned to a large office building that had a huge courtyard and skylights in the ceiling. There were elevators in the courtyard that went up to inside terraces that had tables and chairs for employees to take breaks or eat their lunch.

    One day I had gone up the elevator several floors to one of these terraces. I was the only one up there. There was a very large and "live" tree that was positioned right next to the elevator. I imagine the tree was there before the building and the architect included it in the plans as it wasn't a young tree. I am not particularly a nature lover. I'm not one who hikes or bikes or picnics. I tell you this as it makes the experience all the more unique due to my lack of affinity to nature. But what I want to tell you is the tree spoke to me! It did! Not in words but in a feeling, but like a feeling that had thoughts. I actually got up and walked over to the tree. It was sad. Incredibly sad. I can't explain how I knew but again it spoke to me. Almost like a type of telepathy. And of course there was not a dang thing I could do about it.

    It was the seventies and "The Secret Life of Plants" was out but I hadn't read it. So after this experience I got the book and read it. There is life in everything and there is thought and feeling in every level of creation. Whether or not like human communication.

    The picture here is my son in Carmel which is a very charming town with many trees. This one, as you can see, shares concrete with the cars and stores. I think many trees have had to share concrete with their roots pushing up through concrete trying to get air, trying to find earth. But then again some trees aren't even this lucky and are cut down to be replaced by concrete.

    But I shall always remember the tree in Houston that spoke to me and told me it was a captive of modernity.

    Thanks Barbara for reminding me.
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