Saturday, April 4, 2015


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 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.

This poem is a favorite of mine and reminds me of the hours I spent swinging under the canopy of a large chokecherry tree in my childhood backyard in Michigan. Walla Walla is noted for its abundance of trees making it an oasis in an otherwise treeless part of the state. These statuesque trees are among 12 hybrid plane trees (Plantanus X Acerifolia Pyramidalis) planted decades ago in Walla Walla's Pioneer Park. They provide an abundance of shade in the hot summer months, but are equally spectacular during the winter and spring when their architecture is so striking.