The Tree

This tree is located a few steps from our new home. I have included a couple of shots that give geographical hints on the location of this Jackson area tree. I will let the captioned pictures tell the story of this Fall explosion of color except for these Joyce Kilmer words:

I 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.

With Fire Hydrant (in case the tree bursts into flames)


In Tight


Blue Skies and Uplifted Arms


Peekaboo Photo Bomb by Bare Tree


With a Hint of a Tower

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