By Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918
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.
Berkshire Conservation District is hosting an Arbor Day poetry contest for children and young adults grades 4 through 12. Poems are due on Arbor Day, April 27th. Go to our website for more details: http://www.berkshireconservation.org/education.html