Kilmer Replanted


I think that when I view a tree

Lovely as a poem I surely see


A tree whose gorgeous loft is seen

Who gives Earth its leafy sheen


A tree whose beauty we see all day

Holds its arms out for you and me


A tree that shades us on summer days

With rustling leaves in an autumn haze


Heavily laden with snow and frost

With none of its beauty ever lost


Poems are written to show a tree

Growing solely to impress me


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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