by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
- THINK that I shall never see
- A poem lovely as a tree.
- A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
- 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.
6 thoughts on “Apple Box”
What a vantage point. It makes it confusing…in a good way.
I must agree it does look a little confusing are those trees at the back on a hill still a great capture maybe my brain is not working properly today !!
A terrific photograph, Eddie. The lonely apple box sitting all alone in the freezing snow. Beautifully composed
I like it! Very cool processing.
It took me a little while to understand what I was looking at !
That is a neat photograph – the values and textures are nearly abstract.