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Dreams. My Father. I write about them.

I wrote a little ditty about our dreams and what we wish to accomplish and a little about my father.

He would recite this poem to us when we were kids.

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.

 

 

Trees by Joyce Kilmer.

My favorite part was the last line, especially how he made his voice deepen and would say it with strength. My father taught me a lot of things…and I owe him so much.

I hope you stop by and read, maybe comment.

The blog post.

Share your thoughts.

Mostly, be blessed.

 

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