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What is your favorite tree?
River Birch Tree in Secret Garden. RMH, Chicago. Copyright 2010 Marcia Norwood |
Mom's Handwriting on Back of Photo, 1958 |
weeping willow tree
at our house
in Liberty, Missouri.
I loved that tree.
It grew up with me.
Mom took a photo in 1958,
(I was nine years old)
and wrote on the back:
"Marcia and her Willow Tree."
Everyone knew I loved that tree.
Marcia & Her Willow Tree. Copyright 1958 Marcia Norwood |
I memorized Joyce Kilmer's poem in elementary school, and can still recite most of it.
I'll bet you can, too.
TREES
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.
"Trees" was originally
published in Trees and Other Poems.
Confession
I thought Joyce Kilmer was a girl for the longest time.
Turns out Kilmer is a man:
an American hero,
who was awarded the Croix de Guerre (War Cross)
by the French Republic.
Joyce Kilmer
Born: Alfred Joyce Kilmer
1886-1918
Journalist, Literary Critic, Lecturer, and Editor
Journalist, Literary Critic, Lecturer, and Editor
American writer and poet...mainly remembered for a short poem
titled, "Trees" which was published in the collection
Trees and Other Poems in 1914.
and was deployed to France with the
69th Infantry Regiment
69th Infantry Regiment
(the famous "Fighting 69th") in 1917.
He was killed by a sniper's bullet
at the Second Battle of the Marne in 1918
at the age of 31.
at the Second Battle of the Marne in 1918
at the age of 31.
Alfred Joyce Kilmer was married to Aline Murray,
also an accomplished poet and author,
with whom he had five children.
also an accomplished poet and author,
with whom he had five children.
The following information provided by:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer
Sgt. Joyce Kilmer, as a member of the Fighting 69th Infantry Regiment, United States Army, c. 1918 |
During the course of the day, Kilmer led a scouting party to find the position of a German machine gun. When his comrades found him, some time later, they thought at first that he was peering over the edge of a little hill, where he had crawled for a better view. When he did not answer their call, they ran to him and found him dead.
According to Father Francis P. Duffy: “A bullet had pierced his brain. His body was carried in and buried by the side of Ames. God rest his dear and gallant soul.”
A sniper's bullet likely killed him immediately. According to military records, Kilmer died on the battlefield near Muercy Farm, beside the Ourcq River near the village of Seringes-et-Nesles, in France, on 30 July 1918 at the age of 31.
For his valor, Kilmer was posthumously awarded the Croix de Guerre (War Cross) by the French Republic.
Kilmer was buried in the Oise-Aisne American Cemetery and Memorial, near Fere-en-Tardenois, Aisne, Picardy, France.
A cenotaph erected to his memory is located on the Kilmer family plot in Elmwood Cemetery, in New Brunswick, New Jersey.
A memorial mass was held at St. Patrick's Cathedral in Manhattan on 14 October 1918.
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Many writers parodied Kilmer's work and style - including Ogden Nash, who parodied "Trees."
"I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all."
Ogden Nash
Song of the Open Road
Many Long Years Ago, 1945
Billboard at Precious Moments Chapel, Carthage, Missouri. Copyright 2008 Marcia Norwood |
Kilmer had several critics - including his contemporaries and modern scholars - who disparaged his work as being too simple, overly sentimental. They suggested his style was far too traditional - even archaic.
No wonder I like Kilmer's poem.
I'm simple,
and overly sentimental...
and kinda traditional.
If it's archaic (primitive,
ancient,
old)
to find beauty
in trees...
then I'm in good company with Alfred Joyce Kilmer.
Marcia & Baby Doll "swim" in Laundry Tub. Copyright 1950 Marcia Norwood |
Thanks for stopping by!
Come back often, and bring a friend!
Marcia
Norwood,
Tree Lover
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking
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