I remember in Jr. High I had to memorize a poem called “Trees”. I sit here in my home office in a webinar on Mental Health looking at one tree in my Yard. Generally at this time every year this tree has lost its leaves. It stand tall and naked waiting on spring to arrive and fill its branches with leaves.
I have watched it over the months slowly change from hunter green, to pale green, to orange and yellow, but no matter how hard to wind blows the leaves just wont fall. This tree simply reminds me of the Country America Used to be. Used to no matter who or political party our president was respected. No matter what Americans stood together realizing we are in the greatest nation. We stood at the playing of the national anthem to honor the fallen soldiers and kneeled to pray to our God.
The tree in my yard no matter what God throws at it stands tall and provides shade for my yard. When are we as Americans going to provide shelter for the cold, food for the hungry and be grateful for things we do have. I don’t have a lot but I find myself taking what I have been blessed with and giving back to those less fortunate. The people today burning communities, killing others and demanding something or nothing try giving it to God and allow him to give you all you need. Read the poem and maybe it will make some sense to you!
By 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.
Have a blessed day, be grateful for what God gave you and give if you have abundance!
Anger Management and Substance Abuse Counselor seeking to help Texans control their life.