Trees by Kilmer and Me

Alfred Joyce Kilmer who wrote the poem, “Trees” He was killed by a sniper. His poetry is rarely noted but Trees is the big one. A deeply religious man he was killed in World War One at the age of 31. below is my take off on it.

I think I will never see,

A woman as lovely as a tree,

The tree whose roots grow into the ground,

A tree that gives shade all around.

A tree uplifted towards heavens way,

A tree with branches that in the air sway.

A tree where squirrels romp around,

A tree where the wind makes the only sound.

Poems are made by Kilmer and me,

But only the Lord can make a tree.

Trees are woman, they protect us, nurture us and are the roots of civilization.




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