Saturday, March 7, 2015

Only God can Make a Tree

I pass this tree all the time in my truck. It is pretty epic, and one day I decided to take some time and take a picture.  

This thing is huge.  It's all gnarly and growing out at weird angles, looking like something out of a nightmare.  There aren't too many trees like this in the area.  This is an oak.  Although there are oak trees prevalent in the area, not many get as big.  Most of the wooded areas in New England are much younger forests.  

The sad part of all this is some day soon it will probably be taken down in the name of public safety, or a storm will take it out.  It already appears to have survived several weather events and attempts to keep it from growing into the road.  Bottom line: this tree is a boss.  

The title of this post is from Joyce Kilmer's poem.  

I think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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 robin's in her hair

Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poem's are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree

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