Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
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.
Brookgreen Gardens is a National Historic Landmark located just south of Myrtle Beach in Murrells Inlet, S.C..
These magnificent trees are hundreds of years old, this year they are underplanted with thousands of caladiums. The gardens moto is " Ever changing. Simply amazing."
Happy First Day of Autumn, Kim.
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| Caladium of every kind along side of a beautiful woven fence to cover an irrigation pump. |
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| Beautiful! |
