Trees 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 …
Tag: writing retreat
Winding, Writing, and Wildflowers
Escape the heat and the concrete, I did. Writing and exploring in the Cascades, I am. A rental car with a “Start” button and cool jazz playing on the radio, lifted me higher and higher, to a narrow winding road, lined with tall trees, providing sanctuary for birds of prey (and for me, a grounded …
