Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Garry Oak

This is a picture of the tree by the school where I work as a secretary. I absolutely love this tree. My Dad (age 94) did a needlepoint of it last year, from a photo. It is a Garry Oak and is protected species, but thrives in the Comox Valley and a few other special areas on Vancouver Island. Our school has an Environmental Group, which is doing a display to garner interest in their activities. One of the students took this photograph and emailed me to print it in color for their poster board. I thought I'd share it with everybody, just because I love it so much. It's spectacular no matter the season.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918


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.