A slightly weird write. Straight from the keyboard.


The Christmas Tree

The trees in the store,
Tall an glittering,
With coils of ribbons
And sparkling ornaments in red and gold.

Can never rival my little Christmas tree,
Sitting on the table by the piano.

A tree in a rerstaurant,
As high as the ceiling,
With teddy bear lights
And flowers round the trunk.

Could never hold a candle to my little Christmas tree,
Little lights dancing over dark green needles.

Because the ornaments on it,
Were chosen with care,
By an equally small someone,
With a judgement fair.

And that small someone,
Is no longer here,
To put the angel on the tree,
So instead,
I do it for him.



Poetry by Vixen's Cub
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Written on 2005-12-13 at 07:58

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pettyodd
simply loved it:)
2005-12-13


penfold18
I'm with Albert on this one its the simplicity of it that makes it so appealing well done :-)
2005-12-13


Steven Flood
Beautiful Poem

Nothing can beat a christmas tree that was chosen with care, pride and joy. Even if the someone small has gone away
2005-12-13


Albert
What a nice story line, another lovely poem from you "Miss Cub". Written from the heart and not just as an exercise to be in print.

"Little lights dancing over dark green needles." A few simple words but so descriptive lighting up your whole tree for me.
I liked the content and naivety of the piece.
Regards and thanks
Albert
2005-12-13