"I think that I shall never see 

 A poem lovely as a tree. 



*'A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 

 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." 



— Trees — Joyce Kilmer. 



CHAPTER X 



Trees and Their Purpose 



MOST permanent of vegetable forms, trees 

 demand our first consideration when plans 

 have progressed far enough to let us think about 

 the actual planting of the garden; for all its 

 animate and growing features depend upon 

 whether the decision is for or against trees — and 

 upon the placing of them if it is the former. 

 It seems contrary to almost sacred tradition to 

 145 



