Trees Poem by Harry Behn

Trees



Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.

They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.

They are first when day's begun
To tough the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago...
Trees are the kindest things I know.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: trees
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
GOATS 22 September 2019

Terrible poem and i wish i never read it

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Naomi Winter-Alsop 30 September 2018

Everybody should make this poem famous!

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Naomi 30 September 2018

I really love the poem 'trees' because when i was asked to write the poem in my neatest handwriting, i thought that it was going to be quite tricky because most poems that I've experienced were quite long but this one was quite short so I'm thankfull for that.I'd also like to thank the typer of the poem because i had no idea how to write a poem but now i do!

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Kristina 30 September 2018

Oh well done Naomi!

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thanks i also like treees

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Shit 19 June 2021

Shit

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Jvyguhygyg 19 June 2021

I hate dis

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Dtftrtf 19 June 2021

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Wafia 09 June 2021

Thankss for uploading this poem AND WHOEVR DISLIKE IT I DISLIKE U

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Educated one 31 October 2020

Thank you for posting this poem. I wanted to use it as a discussion on poetry.

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