Trees
Joyce Kilmer
1886 to 1918
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
A poem lovely as a tree.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Poems are made by fools like me,
A nest of robins in her hair;
I think that I shall never see
A tree that looks at God all day,
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
Who intimately lives with rain.
But only God can make a tree.