Joyce Socks
Description: We are all born mad, some remain so. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Becket, a tragi-comic play in which nothing happens... twice. The Bowler Hat, Noose and solitary Tree are the principle props in an absurd drama in which two tramps engage in macabre, bizarre and melancholy discussions while awaiting the arrival of their compatriot, Godot.
Description: 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.
