by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
- THINK that I shall never see
- A poem 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.
- In 1958, when my in-laws, Roy and Karen returned from their honeymoon, one of their first accomplishments on the farm they now shared with each other, was to plant trees. Roy suggested getting trees from the woods of the farm where he grew up. Four cedar trees were brought from father Bremer's farm and planted at the newly established Bremer Farms.
- Today, after 54 years, lightning struck one of our 30 feet tall cedar trees. The tree went down in an over-night storm. Our electricity also went down. Farmers need to be prepared in all types of emergencies, so we dusted off our alternator (an electric generator for producing alternating current) to begin milking. Milking usually begins at 6:00 each morning, but today it was nearly 11:00. Our motto, "expect the unexpected."
|1958 - Bremer Farms is in need of trees|