Summer Reading Club is in full swing here in Raincity, and this year’s theme is “Walk on the Wild Side”. We’re celebrating our natural world this summer, with programs about biomes and ecosystems, map making and orienteering, camping, bird watching, seeds, and more. In honour of this year’s theme, I’ve chosen a lovely ode to trees for this week’s Poetry Friday post.
I love trees, especially coniferous and evergreen trees. One of the reasons I love living in the Pacific Northwest so very much is the many forests that dot our landscape. Trees are just so inspiring – they grow so achingly slowly, yet eventually stand so very tall, and watch the goings on of the rest of us creatures with such quiet grace. Few things help put life’s worries into perspective for me quite like being in the presence of trees, who have seen countless beings just like me come and go over their long lives. I’m not a religious person by any means, but even I have to stand in wonder and awe at the beauty and majesty of a forest teeming with mighty trees.
Why not try and get out into a forest for a walk this weekend?
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s 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.