Mom, it's storming again. I have lots of trees, but I'd really rather mow the grass than cut up broken trees. If I need any assistance, I know a guy from Floribama who is expert at cutting up storm-damaged trees. . .

I THINK that I shall never see   
A woodheap lovely as a tree.   
   
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest   
Against the my neighbor's garden's best;   
   
A tree that doesn't look so Good today,          5
And lifts her leafy limbs from clay;   
   
A tree that may in summer wear   
A twist of fencing in her hair;   
   
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;   
Who closely lives now with link-chain.   10
   
Fence posts may come from foolish me,   
But only God can break a tree.


found in the personal notes of Joyce Kilmer's logger brother, Jessie Kilmer.