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.

Remember Joyce Kilmer’s poem? But, did you know that Joyce Kilmer was a man? That’s right…Alfred Joyce Kilmer was born in 1886, in Brunswick, NJ, (the service center near exit #9, NJ Turnpike, is called “Joyce Kilmer,” in his honor). He married, converted to Catholicism, fathered 5 children, and enlisted in the National Guard. Following his deployment to France, he was killed in combat, in 1918. He was 31 years of age.

His poem “Trees” was first published in 1914.

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