“Trees”

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(1913) A poem by the American poet Joyce Kilmer. Its opening lines are: “I think that I shall never see / A poem as lovely as a tree.”

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Shrubs and small trees dot a parched landscape along the road from Turbat to the border.
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Mistletoes infections can kill individual trees and stands of trees, and most mistletoe species attack specific tree species.
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Unfortunately, that means suppressing fire or cutting down all the pretty uninfected trees can cause mistletoe outbreaks.
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Mistletoes on mesquite trees in central Mexico have been linked to a greater abundance of tropical bird species.
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Working with Spanish cooperage Tevasa, they turn 150 year old trees into casks.
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She came to know the peculiarities of nearly all native trees.
Women in the fine arts, from the Seventh Century B.C. to the Twentieth Century A.D.|Clara Erskine Clement
Beginning with single twigs and working over them patiently she at length painted whole trees, and later animals.
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A far-off volley rumbled over the plain, and a few birds stirred uneasily among the trees.
The Red Year|Louis Tracy
They found a few belated sowars of the 3d Cavalry, who took refuge in a wood, and the artillery opened fire at the trees!
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It was a cloudy, stormy evening: high wind was blowing, and the branches of the trees groaned and creaked above our heads.
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXXXIX. January, 1844. Vol. LV.|Various