I have never felt that Joyce Kilmer's "Tree" was a lyrical poem worthy of quoting, but when I saw these logs, I thought about lines from his poem: "A tree that may in summer wear/A nest of robins in her hair;...Poems are made by fools like me,/But only God can make a tree." This diseased tree needed more than a poem and the hand of God. Made me sad to see the felling of this one.
Dutch Elm disease?
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem - I like how you made a simple pic into something very poetic
ReplyDeleteKate, my father loves to quote that poem. He's kind of a local "Johnny Appleseed" though, loves trees, likes to identify them, transplate them to treeless spots, etc.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, it was your photo the the rabbit that inspired me to post mine.
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What a wonderful tribute for your fallen tree.
ReplyDeleteI like your entry today very much.
ReplyDeleteWhenh I see a cut tree, I feel sad. And poetry come to us when we are sad.
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