A Tale of Two Poems

Trees

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 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.

Altuve

By The Pecan Park Eagle

I think that we shall never see

Another Jose Altuve.

A fire to play and never rest

Burns within this hero’s breast;

A fire that feeds from God all day,

And lifts his supple arms to play;

A fire that bears the summer wear

For laurels in his autumn hair;

A fire that holds its winter glow

Just waiting for the springtime go.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only a God could make Altuve.

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Morals:

(1) The forests deserve our protection. There’s more to life than forests filled with trees, but the game of baseball would be stuck with the ping of all those ugly metal bats without them.

(2) If every batter could hit like Altuve, the forests would be thinner than they are today.

(3) Never take a natural wonder for granted. And that goes for beautiful forests – and remarkable human beings like Jose Altuve.

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

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4 Responses to “A Tale of Two Poems”

vdpittman Says:
January 31, 2018 at 8:52 pm | Reply
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I’ll never see a tree at all.
— Ogden Nash
Wayne Roberts Says:
January 31, 2018 at 11:15 pm | Reply
A
leaf
fell.

–Ogden Nash
Wayne Roberts Says:
January 31, 2018 at 11:20 pm | Reply
Well shucks, this program you have loused up the indentation for that last post. Try this one, also from Mr. Nash:

When you are dead
and gone to your grave
the ants crawl in and
the ants crawl out.
And stuff comes out like whipping cream…
O don’t you wish you brought a spoon?
Larry Dierker Says:
February 1, 2018 at 1:29 am | Reply
I thought billboards would never be
Replaced by electricity
A flagpole on the lofty land
Relaced by a concession stand