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Two poems for today because I already had one picked out, but then my dad sent me this one because he is madly jealous of my new tree cataloguing project. (And besides, how could I resist squeezing in an extra poem?)

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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.

       ~ "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer

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This reminds me of the Emily Dickinson poem I posted [earlier]—the Poetry of Nature that cannot be captured by mortal pens.

Also check out the song recording of the poem, as sung by Paul Robeson, at [YouTube]. Very cool.

(Thanks, Dad! :) )

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And for the last poem:

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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

       ~ "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein

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The sidewalk ends and so does National Poetry Month 2010. I hope you've enjoyed at least some (or even one!) of my selections this year. :)

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The random musings of a librarian with a passion for reading (duh), a vast curiosity about the world, and a penchant for noticing things most people don't (like the way sunlight falls through the leaves on a tree).

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