Trees in Martin's Landing
Trees 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