Exceptional Club entry for Gypsy's Finding Your Muse, Forms of Art The Roots of My Poet-Tree by Debi Pick Marquette Poem of the Month contest entry

I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree Joyce Kilmer's “Trees," had given me My third-grade love for poetry I think that I shall never see The poems I penned that haunted me A child who wrote to run and hide Now, loves to write on the bright side I think that I shall never see Thing six or a Grinch wannabe A moose or goose in a caboose My fav’rite author, Dr Seuss I think that I shall never see When College Shakespeare was to be Because in all reality The rhyming poet's really me I think that I shall never see Another site like FanStory A worldwide place where we all write And from each other get insight Yes, poems are made by those like me In this creative family And as we write our joy and strife What we get back are friends for life     Recognized Author Notes Joyce Kilmers Trees had little to do with trees. It was more a metaphor for human beings and their feelings. In the Bible, a tree is symbolic for mankind. (And the trees of the fields shall clap their hands and let the feelings out) I pronounce the word poems as a one syllable word so I needed to add 'as' to it. However, many pronounce it as po-ems which makes it an 2 syllable word, and therefore the extra 'as' is not needed. Yet, the ending of fools like me, I believe is metaphorically different from 1913 to now. Therefore, I changed my words from Fools like me to, Those like me. Also the line, Only God can make a tree, is indeed about human nature. Thank you for reading my poem, and Trees. If you notice, the original Trees is written with poems as a two syllable word. I, myself never understood that, as I read it as a one syllable word so I put the word 'as' in it for my poem. TREES I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earths 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 By: Joyce Kilmer Written, February 2, 1913

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