When I look out and see the things I see
I often wish I looked more like a tree
A fir tree straight and thin and tall and dark
Handsome, clean and powerful silent stark
Covered in winter with a lacy white
That hangs the branches down a lovely sight
Buried in snow drifts hiding graceful shy
Towering upward reaching for the sky
Darker than other trees darkest of green
On earth no lovelier sight is ever seen
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
THATS MY FAVORITE!! did your grandma recite that to you too!?!
(or was it me?)
It's one of my dad's favorite poems, he always recited it to me...his other favorite is the USPS poem haha.
another classic by Earle...
riddle diddle 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
riddle diddle 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
it took firve years, and firve million dollars
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