Trees and a purple cow
Here’s a poem I think many of us know and love. My mom used to recite the first two lines quite often and they come to my mind a lot. I hadn’t heard the other lines in a long time and they give me so much joy I thought I’d share. Earth’s breast, leafy arms to pray, robins in her hair. Delicious.
My mother also recited a silly poem about a purple cow, which I’ve included, too. As many of you know, I like cows. I’d never want to own one but seeing them gives me a cozy, warm feeling. I had a t-shirt with a picture of a purple cow, kind of stained glass windows-y style. I loved that t-shirt and wore it until it was full of holes and worn spots.
Just for fun.
“Trees”
Joyce KilmerI 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.
“The Purple Cow”
Gelett BurgessI never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one!
