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 From “Trees” by Mary Gilmartin

What a great place to take a walk,

Underneath all the trees where I live.

Through the woods I gallop looking up at their branches,

Watching their leaves reach for the sky,

While the sun warms the ground.

From “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer

 I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

From “Birches” by Robert Frost

     Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven…

From “When Autumn Came” by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
translated by Naomi Lazard

Give some tree the gift of green again.
Let one bird sing.

Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, November 10, 2013


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