(You may remember this poem as the one my shop teacher made me memorize and recite for too many tardy arrivals to his class. But I never forgot it.)
I think that I shall never see a poem 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. -Joyce Kilmer
And Hal, my dad. My dad makes trees. In fact he's kind of obssessed with them. I call him Johnny Appleseed, because he's constantly planting trees. Sometimes he just cuts off a branch of one tree and sticks it in the ground, and voila! A new tree! A tree that you better not accidentally scrape with the lawn mower because then you pretty much killed the tree and he'll never forgive you. I often wonder if he would be as mad if somebody scraped ME with a lawnmower. Probably not. He'd probably suggest it was somehow my fault because, stupid, I got in the way.
Remember this old Hal-ism? "I don't mind killing animals, but I hate killing a tree...unless it's already dead and I cut it up to burn it."
Maybe this is where I get my love for trees. I love them. I love taking pictures of them, and seeing their silhouette against the sky. This year I have seen so many amazing trees. Here are my favorites:
|New Zealand, South Island|
|New Zealand, North Island|
But my favorite? My absolute favorite tree in the whole world? This little momma, located in International Falls, MN, on the way up to my job at Island View Lodge. I got to drive by this tree almost every day this summer. I kept meaning to take a photo, but never got around to it. You can't really see it in this shot, but there is a huge crook in the neck of this tree. I can't get enough of it. Finally, when I went to dinner with my parents at Island View, I made my dad pull over the car so I could take this shot in the rain. Me and dad and my tree.
I think this could be the soundtrack to this post:
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