No idea what I was going to write, so here is a re-post of Dan’s take on tree humor based on this poem.
Trees Joyce Kilmer - 1886-1918 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.
I cannot stop laughing about that one!! see Dan Cooksey’s blog at https://danandbettysplace.blog/author/corralesdan/ Another Monday