Waving Grand Green Flags

“I think that I shall never see /A poem lovely as a tree. “— Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer’s famous poem recycles in my brain when I walk along a woodsy trail here in Easton or close by. In the last decade I have embraced my own affinity for trees, especially large ones, old ones, Continue reading “Waving Grand Green Flags”

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