June 4, 2014: The Trees

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

When I was about eight, my father introduced this poem to me. He knew it by heart and recited it in rich, deep tones. I began writing poetry, untrained, from a child’s eyes, mostly about God’s wondrous creation, simply because my father planted in me the seed to see the world as an expression of our Creator’s beautiful design. Although he has been gone since May 2004, I can still hear Daddy’s voice and see his face lost in the simple joy of thinking about God’s creation.

Trees” (1913)

~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;
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A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
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A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
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Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.

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