Out of my Mind...

Day 20 Trees

its a 2 parts this time
1. Review this well known poem and tell Norb and I if you know who the author is.

Trees

I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 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.

I have never come across this poem before. Trees rejoice in their environment, sucking the moisture and nutrients from the earth and we humans in turn suck in the oxygen they supply. This poem speaks of mother earth being paramount to survival. The trees in this poem give praise and thanks to god for thier existence, expressed by raising thier branches to the sky. The writer has it wearing clothes, sucking at it's mothers breast it becomes human, one of us a creature of the earth. Through his metaphor we understand the tree more intimately as we see it's life from our point of view. He asks is it worth cutting down a tree for the sake of writing this poem. That is an interesting thought to explore
for the reader.

I love trees I can often be seen hugging a thousand year old man. My poem is based on a huge ancient oak I visit regularly, it has splints supporting it's ancient limbs. I am a tree chatterer(if that's a word!)



2. Find a tree that you love and tell us about it whether in a poem or a story.

Old Man

Lumbering limbs supported by splints of safety
As wide as a house it once made.
Old gnarly toes that downward tread
I lie in its cradle, a branch for my head.

A wind motions it's limbs shifting
Creacking from side to side.
I hug at rough skin as our surfaces collide
I love you old man I press close and sigh.