Blogger (silent) Poetry Reading is happening. Go see Grace’s Poppies and get your poems posted. If you post – please leave a comment for her (and me – I’d like to read your poetry as well!).
Here are my contributions… these were my Grandfather’s favorite poems. I had them memorized at a very young age.
Fog: Carl Sandburg 1878-1967
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Trees: Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918
I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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.
I leave you in the quiet silence of a snowy Friday afternoon…