Trees, Art, and Memories

February 13, 2012

If you have been in to the North Oak Branch lately, you may have noticed local artwork on display in our juvenile area. For the last year or more, we have worked with several local schools to display student’s artwork. It has been a real pleasure for all of us. We enjoy spending a few minutes of our break to go back and peruse the talents that are represented.

One day I was looking at the art display from our front desk, and it brought to mind a poem by Joyce Kilmer that I thought I might share with you.

Trees

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

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest  
Against the sweet earth's 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. 

I wanted to share this with you because it was a simple poem shared with me by my mother when I was young. The artwork inspired my memories, and I would like to invite all of our customers to come to the branch to see the wonderful talent that is all around us.

Mary S.
North Oak Branch