TAPS' Take: Chosen

Friday, April 29, 2016

Chosen

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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