For some reason I suddenly remembered these two stances and know they were poems my mother told me. Can't remember anything else. Any help is greatly appreciated.
White birch growing in the meadow,
birch tree growing tall in the meadow
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree
I don't know about the first one, but the second is Trees by Joyce Kilmer:
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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.
THANK YOU so much John!!! It means a lot to me to hear the whole poem.....
God bless and best wishes.
The first poem may be from Longfellow. Robert Frost wrote a poem called "Birches", but it does not contain the lines you quote.
Here's a link to the Longfellow poem: [www.emule.com] />