The Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree

I think it's somewhat sad to see
The remnants of a Christmas tree
That once was lush and green
A strand of tinsel here and there
On broken branches... Now, turned bare
In a very different scene

It's branches once exposed to sights
Like shiny bulbs and twinkling lights
With a crowning star.....superb
The tree now waits on frozen ground
Dry needles scattered all around
For the trash man, at the curb

The tree once guarded drummer boys
And candy canes and wind up toys
And a new electric train
The tree, with boxes now unwrapped
Beneath the boxes now, lies trapped
It's struggle all in vain

I also know that late next fall
We'll go to the storage in the hall
And retrieve the Christmas trimmings
We'll trim a tree that's green and lush
And from this single act will rush
New Holiday beginnings


Floyd H
Midwest City, Oklahoma

Thanks Mr. H for allowing me to post your poem. It brings back childhood memories when the kids would go up and down the street and check out the Christmas trash. A little embarrassing to mention now that I am older, but as a children we were looking for treasures. I found the ear piece to a transistor radio in the Weber's trash, thrilling moment. Which reminds me of the saying - One man's trash is another man's treasure.

NOTE: For those of you who really know me - Mr. H is Janice Rae's father. I think he hid his poetic talents from us when we were growing up.

Buon Anno everyone! Please be safe tomorrow and do not drink and drive. Wishing you all a most wonderful 2009!