When I'm sitting on my back patio I can just see the top of this old tree sticking out above my garage. It often intrigue's me when I catch sight of larger birds sat on top of it, so much so that I try to zoom in with the camera.
Today I popped round to the back fields to visit this trusty old fiend standing alone on the brow of the hill. Well I thought it was alone until you look closely and I could see it has a junior right in front of it. Could this be a case of like Father like Son. Well if it is then junior has many years to catch up on this grand old tree.
Forgive me for taking space on your page, I'm not really religious but this is a lovely poem and a fascinating man. Thank you for prompting me to become acquainted with him.
@ivan Thanks for the links on @ladymagpie 's shot re Joyce Kilmer. I'd known of the poem, and thought the author was a woman! I wonder did he write any from the battlefield?
May 26th, 2015
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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
Joyce Kilmer (born as Alfred Joyce Kilmer; December 6, 1886 – July 30, 1918) was an American writer and poet mainly remembered for a short poem titled "Trees" (1913), which was published in the collection Trees and Other Poems in 1914. He was killed by a sniper's bullet at the Second Battle of the Marne in 1918 at the age of 31. Links: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cVr5otaCJ8 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/1947
Forgive me for taking space on your page, I'm not really religious but this is a lovely poem and a fascinating man. Thank you for prompting me to become acquainted with him.