I chose this from a small book of classic poetry to recite in third grade at Monticello Elementary in Huber Heights, Ohio in 1967 – my favorite poem.
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.”– Sgt. Joyce Kilmer