By Howard B. Owens Nov 12, 2014, 2:04pm This fall, there have been a few big trees coming down on the Southside. Crews were on Jackson Street near Morton Avenue today taking down a pair of big trees. batavia trees Gale Conn-Wright I hope tree planting is also I hope tree planting is also on the agenda... Log in or register to post comments Nov 12, 2014, 7:42pm Permalink Howard B. Owens I THINK that I shall never 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. Joyce Kilmer. Log in or register to post comments Nov 13, 2014, 9:31pm Permalink Scott Ogle The wages of war. The The wages of war. The Second Battle of the Marne. As if the first wasn't enough. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer Log in or register to post comments Nov 13, 2014, 11:27pm Permalink
Gale Conn-Wright I hope tree planting is also I hope tree planting is also on the agenda... Log in or register to post comments Nov 12, 2014, 7:42pm Permalink
Howard B. Owens I THINK that I shall never 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. Joyce Kilmer. Log in or register to post comments Nov 13, 2014, 9:31pm Permalink
Scott Ogle The wages of war. The The wages of war. The Second Battle of the Marne. As if the first wasn't enough. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer Log in or register to post comments Nov 13, 2014, 11:27pm Permalink
I hope tree planting is also
I hope tree planting is also on the agenda...
I THINK that I shall never
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.
Joyce Kilmer.
The wages of war. The
The wages of war.
The Second Battle of the Marne. As if the first wasn't enough.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer