Vivian Morrison
"Trees"
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Trees
By Joyce Kilmer
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.
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This hand-woven piece uses a layed in tapestry technique on a plain weave ground with some fabric painting.