Save a Tree

Still in Spain, going to Loyola, I got a myself a lot of presents . . . beautiful autumn trees and lines and lines of fresh-smelling trees. Lovely trees, lovely place, lovely day. Do save a tree in your own little way.


TREES
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.

We went to St. Ignatius Basilica where our couple friends renewed their marriage vows that very day. We were witnesses to a romantic event.


We roamed around the place inhaling the fresh cool breeze of autumn with a spirit of peace and inexplicable joy. What a way to rejuvenate the body and the soul.

But of course, 'twas swell to get a bite of Italian pizza, pasta and gelato the following day. Yummy! But that would be in another post.