09 November 2011

In Autauga County, Alabama.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet 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.


Patricia Russell said...

I love the colors of fall and enjoyed your pictures. Thank you for sharing them. Patricia

Tina Foster said...

Oh Papa!! How beautiful. I think this collection is the finest anywhere. That's for the beautiful words and music, too!
We love you and Miss Ginny very much!
Stan, Tina, William, and Anna