HELLO FOLKS — One of my favorite girl friends asked me if she could write a column for me. I have consented to it and the next words you read will be hers. (Zina Petersen—age 10.)
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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.
The name of this poem is "Trees" by Joice Kilmer. It is one of my favorite poems. This poem has a tune. What I mean is, we had a record that was sung by the "Sons of the Pioneers." It is a very pretty song.
I have read many other poems, but this is the best one yet. I hope that when I grow up, I can write a few poems. Whenever I read the poem, "Trees" I always look outside and am thankful we have trees to look at.
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POEMS ARE HAPPY stories or sad stories that rhyme. I would rather read a poem than a story. To me a poem is a picture readings that has to have outdoors in it or it isn't a poem. Poems always have music in them, no matter how you read them or what kind of poem they are.
In school we write poems. Here is another:
A wise old owl lived in an Oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why can't we all be like that bird?
That is a poem called "The Wise Old Owl", by Edward H. Richards. It is my favorite animal poem.
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God made a wonderful mother.
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine.
And He molded her heart of pure gold.
In her eyes He placed bright shinny stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see,
God made a wonderful mother,
And he gave that dear mother to me.
Pat O'Reilly must have loved his mother more than anything else. This poem is called, "A Wonderful Mother".
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P.S. — ZINA came to live with us ten years ago, straight from heaven. She is kind, beautiful, thoughtful to all, and has a lot of talent. Of course I may be entirely prejudice, but when she winds those long arms around my neck, looks me straight in the eye and then plants a big kiss I am not in position to think anything else.
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