A dog, a tree, and spring

I THINK that I shall never pee
On something as lovely as a tree.

A pee whose yellow stream is shoot
Against the sweet trunk's earthbound root;

A pee that praises God all day,
As I lift hind leg to pray;

A pee that may in summer cool,
A nest of fire-ants in its pool.

Upon whose remnant snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make me pee.



sit venia verbo, Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)

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