TREES by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer

By

Gypsy Rhapsody

(a 1977 Airstream that LOVES sitting around the campground 

watching the trees blowing in the breeze)

TREES 

a poem by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer

was a poem that Vannie's mom learned

when she was in high school.

I've heard lots of stories about Madge.

Sure wish we could have met face to face.

Her birthday was September 21.

Now,  time to share the poem...

in honor of Madge and the glorious Aspens,

which are making the mountains glow...

TREES

by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer  

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet 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.

Vannie and Dave started their "leaf" adventure in the

upper valley in Red River.

Notice the "butterfly"...

Then they headed up Sawmill mountain by Millet Park in Red River...

V and D ended up in Questa.

Snoopy Mountain looks like an artist's palette.

Thank you, God, for making a tree.

This color party has been a great going-away celebration for us.

We head to Albuquerque to the Balloon Fest on Thursday.

See ya next year northern New Mexico...