“Tree”

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.

~Joyce Kilmer, “Trees,” 1914 (Quote Garden)

Photo by abby-q ~ Flickr

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Taking time to enjoy the last few days of August

before the unofficial end of summer comes my

way on Labor Day.

It’s been a consistently muggy summer out this way,

which is unusual, because it’s normally dry.

So I just feel like sitting under something like this big

ol’ redwood tree to ponder.

Awww…the end of summer…sigh…it brings

a bitter-sweetness to mind…

Oh…the end of August!

What better way to celebrate the day —

than doing nothing.

yay…sigh 

……

Also, in honor of Labor Day, a little something to do after getting tired of doing nothing — an article that I wrote earlier this year featuring an article on happiness and work:

• L.A. Times: “Happy at job? It’s how you look at it”

I did a little work to find this information on “earthquakes” that I needed to find. Here are various links:

• SunsetMagazine.com: Earthquake Guide.

• Popular Mechanics.com: “Survive Anything“

• Sixwise.com: Midwest Earthquake