TREES provide us with the air we breath. TREES symbolize permanence amid change .... In the aftermath of a tornado the " Grand Lady" wishes to dedicate this poem to the three, 100 plus year old tree friends that were destroyed.
It is so easy to take these tall plants with trunks for granted, never acknowledging the significant influence, that they have had, on the urban landscape and memories of our life... It took only five minutes for the forces of nature to dance in on the wind and destroy the peaceful shade of the yard. This sudden awakening has encouraged me to take more notice and pay more attention to the frail state of mother nature and her beauty. Please join me in paying tribute to the mighty powers of nature.
Here's to the passing of these venerable giants and the history that they have witnessed... Sleep well old friends !!!! The Grand Lady , lovingly dedicates her favorite childhood poem .
by Joyce Kilmer ( 1886-1918)
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.