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Photo: A tree in a cornfield on Phelps Road, Indian Falls

By Howard B. Owens

Like the headline reads, a tree in a cornfield on Phelps Road, Indian Falls.

Ricky G. Hale

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovly 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.

Joyce Kilmer
1886-1918

Aug 6, 2011, 11:53am Permalink

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