Trees, trees, trees


Joyce Kilmer - 1886-1918

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.

These festive felted trees are about 15" in height and 2-3" in diameter. They come in many colour combinations. Large, new 15" trees with wire inside and live edge disc: $60 CDN (tall) $45 (medium) and $30 (small).