Sometimes it's difficult letting a Christmas tree go--one that's been used for so many years.
THE TREE'S LASTSTAND
The faithful old tree, just eight feet tall,
All its boughs thoughtful against the wall.
With its icicles straight and its lights all aglow,
With its trinkets all shiny and sprinkled with snow.
Below are its presents all comfy and warm,
On a skirt that is tattered, wrinkled, and torn.
Its trunk's somewhat crooked, just up near the top,
But this won't be one thing for which we must shop.
This tree's like me in multiple ways:
Old and misshapen, blemished, and frayed.
Yes, this tree's been 'round for many a year,
So tossing it out brings sadness and tears.
SO YOU HAD TO TOSS THAT OLD TREE OUT, BUT YOU'RE GOD'S 'TREE' DAVID, AND STILL STANDING AND WILL ALWAYS BE...ON THIS SIDE AND THE NEXT. THANKS FOR THE SHARE, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
I absolutely love the sentiment in this. It reminds me of a truck I own, which I call, "The Resurrecting Phoenix". I wrote a song about it, which relates it to me.
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
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I hope you never throw out your wise old tree.