I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree that may in Summer wear…
Abandoned flip-flops in her hair.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But God and man have made this tree.
Inspired by Joyce Kilmer’s classic poem, Trees, and the shoe tree I discovered on my walk along Cleo Street Beach this morning. (Background mural by artist Lorey Shaw Hellige.)