The first poem I fell in love with hung on the wall in my Nana’s house. It hung there all my life, so I most likely fell in love with it soon after learning to read, around the age of 7 or so. It hung on the stairway wall on the left hand side, six verses separated into three frames so you read the poem in stages going up the stairs.
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
I THINK that I shall never see
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
A tree that looks at God all day,