Beer Poetry – “Beers” ~ With Apologies to Joyce Kilmer

Many of us have heard the poem “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer. I’ve even seen the virgin forest in North Carolina named for the American poet.

Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest is an awesome sight, with its huge old-stand timber, and its dark, damp, old growth understory.

It’s close to the Nantahala River and other great outdoor attractions. Try to see it one day – if you’ve missed it.

This spoof on his poem is not intended to be disrespectful. It’s just for fun. No social or political tree-hugging statement or whatever is intended. Just some beer huggin’ – or chuggin’. 🙂

Beers

I THINK that I shall never hear
A poem lovely as a beer.
A brew that’s best straight from a tap
With golden hue and snowy cap;
The liquid bread I drink all day,
Until my memory melts away;
A beer that’s made with summer malt
Too little hops its only fault;
Upon whose brow the yeast has lain;
In water clear as falling rain.
Poems are made by fools I fear,
But only wort can make a beer.

~ author unknown

…with apologies to the late Joyce Kilmer

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