Poetry

Tasmanian trees touch the sky

Tasmanian trees touch the sky

‘If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all,’ wrote John Keats. A century later, Joyce Kilmer in her poem, ‘Trees’, chimed in with, ‘I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree.’ She added that ‘Poems are made by fools like me’.  And me.

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