photo by my son
Joyce Kilmer - Trees
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.
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Yesterday, opening statements. First plaintiff put up = direct exam, tears. Today, expert witness - then first plaintiff again, hopefully no more tears. This is going to be a long trial - 3 weeks maybe.
5 comments:
Great photo. Great poem to go along with it.
Yes, only God can make that tree.
And all of us as well.
I love the new header!
I've always loved that poem. It's truly a poem of praise. Your son's photo is awesome, too!
I admire your passion for and commitment to the legal system. I live in fear of being called for jury duty. I'd really hate to have to make a decision affecting someone's life like that.
great photo reminds me of the book, the giving tree, I LOVED it so much growing up (and still do)
that poem is set to music -- and is a beautiful song.
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