by Robert Scott Brown
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
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Why do they have to keep cutting down trees that have endured for so long?....A nice man made artificial tree is possible and has as much significance.
Twas the night before Christmas,
And in front of me, sat a tree oh so small,
That no one could see.
When all of a sudden, there came this Ho sound,
Some guy just appeared with his belly so round.
He said " Robert please, tell me what you would like,"
I paused for a moment and said, " not a bike!"
I'd like to be smaller so that I can feel,
That the tree that I bought was really a steal.
Then in a flash, I felt like a mouse,
My tree rose high up....as high as a house.
So although this ain't New York, it seems it to me,
My tree's now as big as their famous old tree.
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|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|A lovely poem with much to think and ponder upon...very good!|
|Reviewed by Calendula Petal
|know what you mean Robert, but some folk are just plain greedy.
We send them to the shredder ove here and they go towards making compost...its a small step maybe...dunno.
Poem was very special, thanks.