10/13 - Trees and Mrs. Porter

We all have teachers that were important in our life.  Mrs. Margaret Porter was my 7th and 8th grade English teacher.  I also worked for her in high school when she became the librarian for Brookville High School.
Mrs. Porter loved poetry and we had to memorize a lot of poems.  This is a poem I remember from 7th grade.  And yesterday when I was at Woodland Cemetery, marveling at the size of the trees, and how the sunlight was shining through the leaves, I thought of Mrs. Porter and one of the poems she shared with us.  Now I share it with you.

Trees

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; 

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. 

Joyce Kilmer