ARBOR DAY

 

JOYCE KILMER
1866-1918

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.

  

  

A woody limb of a tree

Praise our trees

Our trees envelope us

Support our trees

Hug our trees

Love our trees

Enjoy the trees

    

Relax in our trees

The things men do in the trees

Exciting moments spent in trees

Enjoying the trees

  

Mating in the tree

   

Trees teach us how to shed our leaves

The Grim Reaper

SAN FRANCISCO - FOLSOM STREET - CALIFORNIA

 

  

  

EASTER SUNDAY

     

  

    

  

  

  

  

GOOD FRIDAY