Poem May 1, 1971 Issue

APPRECIATION

Doris Kerns Quinn

If the trees of the field
Can clap their hands—
Why not I?
If leaves can applaud
The beneficent sky—
Why not I, why not I?

Shall I stint praise
With a loveless gaze,
Or coldly refuse
To exclaim and enthuse?

If the trees of the field
Applaud their Maker—
Shall I be a stony,
Thankless taker?

Doris Kerns Quinn

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