Quince

  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 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.  The poem is in the public domain. Author Talk Jessie Peterman Memorial Library in Floyd Two local poets Poet Eavan Boland