As it withers away I start to tear
I'm sorry you must go, my poor dear.
You stood there all day, forever all night
But never once did I begin to fright.
You bring back great memories some old and some new,
You bring us our childhood, the one that blew.
Blew to the back of our minds
only to be found by one of your kinds.
We stare through your bottom seeing never-ending lights
I'm sorry you must go, my poor dear.
You stood there all day, forever all night
But never once did I begin to fright.
You bring back great memories some old and some new,
You bring us our childhood, the one that blew.
Blew to the back of our minds
only to be found by one of your kinds.
We stare through your bottom seeing never-ending lights
Oh my friend, what a sight!
You start to fall now, one little fraction at a time
And all I can give is this little rhyme.
It was someone's home before it joined mine
and will start again with just a small pine.
In a few days it will be striped away
but oh my will it forever stay.
My thoughts begin to soar
of my Christmas tree forever more.
You start to fall now, one little fraction at a time
And all I can give is this little rhyme.
It was someone's home before it joined mine
and will start again with just a small pine.
In a few days it will be striped away
but oh my will it forever stay.
My thoughts begin to soar
of my Christmas tree forever more.
1 comment:
WOW! I never knew a poem about a Christmas Tree could be so touching. Great JOB! :D I really enjoyed reading this! Goodness.. it makes me want to write a poem about something no one would think to write about. Im telling you... i have never thought about a christmas tree that way. Keep it up!
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