Poetry

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Today’s run:  1 mile brisk walk

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

119. Trees
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,          5
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.   10
Poems are made by fools like me,  
But only God can make a tree.  
 Tomorrow morning I have cataract surgery on my left eye.  I am looking forward to being able to see the beauty of the world my God has created for me to enjoy.

Cataracts rob you of your ability to see in a slow, sneaky way.  The damage is done before you are able to notice it.  The world around you gets fuzzy, darker~not as pretty as you remember it being in your youth.

I am very thankful for modern technology that enables Doctors to repair cataract damage and also lens replacement that corrects vision defects.  I am so very thankful for the improved vision I have enjoyed the past two weeks with just having one eye repaired.  I am really looking forward to tomorrow and cannot even fathom what it will be like to look around tomorrow with my two new eyes!

While a poem is not as lovely as a tree, tomorrow I will enjoy looking at the trees around me as actually see the leaves instead of green blobs.  Thank you Chris for letting me get this surgery.