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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 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.
I love that tree!! I need to go and visit it more often.
And it misses you!
Yay. He (and we) need to see you.
Did Michael carve this Face or You? He reminds me of the Talking Trees in the
‘Wizard of Oz’; only nicer. Always makes me smile when I come across it in your photos!
It’s a form attached to the tree and painted! We call him Tree Beard and he watches over the lake.