I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER SEE
OK, I admit it. I'm a tree-hugger.
As a kid in Florida I was a tree-climber, which was difficult to do in palm trees. I learned real fast which trees weren't climbable. The sticky, picky pine trees also were tough getting up. Tougher coming down.
Then there were those with coconuts Mom warned us not to sit under.
These tree pictures were e-mailed to me by Tom of Brick. The trees were grown in Santa Cruz, Calif., by a man who never told anyone how he got them to take on these unusual shapes.
He must have been a very patient man.
They made me recall the "Tree" poem by Joyce Kilmer.
The poem's last line: "But only God can make a tree," gives one reason to pause, wouldn't you say?