Tuesday - 01/12/2021 — When I was a little kid, I thought that poem by Joyce Kilmer (“I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree”) was great poetry. As I grew, as I read more and learned more, as I matured, I rethought my definition of just what constituted good poetry. I decided Kilmer wasn’t up to snuff. But his thought was still valid.
There’s just something about a tree. Any tree.
Look at the one in this photo. A tree that has been buffeted throughout its life by an unceasing wind. A tree that grew anyway, despite the unrelenting pressure. A tree whose trunk leans into the wind but whose branches seem to have given way to it. Notice, though, the branches are still attached to the tree. Still part of the tree's purpose.
Tomorrow I’ll show you another type of tree poem.
