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 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.
On Jul 29, 2011, at 12:38 AM, P. J. Alling wrote: > An experiment, I'm not sure if it succeeds, but I'll bet I'll be told. > > http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1604247/PESO/PESO%20--%20athingaslovelyasatree.html > > Equipment: Pentax K20D w/smc Pentax F 70-210mm f4.0~5.6 > > As usual comments are welcome but may be totally ignored. > > -- > Where's the Kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering Kaboom! > > --Marvin the Martian. > > > -- > PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List > [email protected] > http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net > to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and follow > the directions. > -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List [email protected] http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and follow the directions.
