Writing Challenge - A story

Grandpa Esau came for supper again tonight. We like to ask him questions about his childhood and memories. Tonight he was reciting poems that he'd learned in his childhood. Here's one of them.


Trees

By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

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.

He knew it perfectly. It about gave me goosebumps. I love poetry and I love Grandpa. And there is a reason we want our children to memorize things. What a gift it is in old age.