Guest poem sent in by Sasha Nyary
(Poem #1581) Little Tree
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as your mother would, only don't be afraid look the spangles that sleep all the year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads, put up your little arms and i'll give them all to you to hold every finger shall have its ring and there won't a single place dark or unhappy then when you're quite dressed you'll stand in the window for everyone to see and how they'll stare! oh but you'll be very proud and my little sister and i will take hands and looking up at our beautiful tree we'll dance and sing "Noel Noel"
I didn't see this in the archives and thought I'd suggest it in honor of the season. I first read this poem in a lovely picture book that my six-year-old daughter owns. I like the strong images and the personification of this lonely, scared little tree that is adopted into the family and celebrated. Of course what is unspoken is that it's going out in the trash on December 26! But the tree doesn't have to know that. Sasha Nyary