Joyce Kilmer

“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.”

“Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.”

“A tree whose hungry mouth is prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast.”

“It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun and pull out a spark of immortal flame to warm the hearts of men.”

“A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray.”

“The air is like a butterfly with frail blue wings.”

“The rose is a great deal more than a blushing apology for the thorn.”

“Main Street is the climax of civilization.”

“Because the road was steep and long and through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my lips a song and put a lantern in my hand.”

“In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, there is a new-made grave today.”

“The connoisseur of roads is a true epicurean; he enjoys the journey and not the destination.”

“There is no extra charge for the happiness of the sun.”