Stolen and modified from Ode to a Tree. My weak attempt at poetry (and humor).Ode to an Empty Apartment
I think that I shall never seeAn empty apartment by me.An apartment whose open door is wideFor all to come and look inside;A home from where I did look at G-d all day,A place where I used to live and pray;An apartment that does in Summer wearMany nests of pigeons in her hair;A roof under which my head has lain;Who so gallantly shielded me from the rain.Poems are made for fools like me,But clearly only G-d can make an empty apartment.- Talia DavisOde to a TreeI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst 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 wearA 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.-- Joyce Kilmer
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