Sunday, 18 December 2011

A Christmas Poem

A poem by Chris Green called 'Christmas Tree Lots':

Christmas trees lined like war refugees,
a fallen army made to stand in their greens.
Cut down at the foot, on their last leg,

they pull themselves up, arms raised.
We drop them like wood;
tied, they are driven through the streets,

dragged through the door, cornered
in a room, given a single blanket,
only water to drink, surrounded by joy.

Forced to wear a gaudy gold star,
to surrender their pride,
they do their best to look alive.

7 comments:

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  2. Indeed, a poem of great magnitude.. just what i sometimes think about the Christmas trees...
    Thanks. Thanks a lot.

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  3. Somehow this made me glad we have a artificial tree at home. But it is a great poem.

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  4. Aww, the christmas poem was great (and those blinking light of the tree is tooo pretty ). Love it. Thanks for sharing.

    Happy Holidays,
    Anne Walker
    Short Christmas Poems

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  5. That's a cool christmas poem, you did good. More power to your blog.

    Sasha
    http://www.pinterest.com/kumar65/christmas-poems/

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  6. That's a cool christmas poem, you did good. More power to your blog.

    Sasha
    http://www.pinterest.com/kumar65/christmas-poems/

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