Watching the removal of one of Bluffton's towering, shade giving trees on South Main, neighbors Jeanette Reineke and Pam Weisenbarger were reminded of a poem they both knew by heart, "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer.

Captured here by Icon photographer Jamie Nygaard, they recited the poem for her.

Trees

BY JOYCE KILMER

I 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.