Trees By Alfred Joyce Kilmer

Here is a short but lovely poem by famous writer Alfred Joyce Kilmer. Enjoy :Trees

Trees

I think that I shall never see     A poem as lovely as a tree.     A tree whose hungry mouth is prest     Against the earth's sweet 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.

The Feathered Pillow

They say that the only true thing to fear is fear itself. But what happens when it is the fear of the unknown. When it is a fear that comes from something unexpected… like a feathered pillow as in the  classic story of fear of the unknown by famous Latin American Author Horacio Quiroga. It is called :

The Feathered Pillow

Her entire honeymoon gave her hot and cold shivers. A blond, angelic, and timid young girl, the childhood fancies she had dreamed about being a bride had been chilled by her husband's rough character. She loved him very much, nonetheless, although sometimes she gave a light shudder when, as they returned home through the streets together at night, she cast furtive glances at the impressive stature of her Jordan, who had been silent for an hour. He, for his part, loved her profoundly but never let it be seen.