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Friday, December 21, 2012

Christmas Card Poem

I wrote this poem for a card I'm giving my mom, dad and gram.

From the cabin, march below
in the deep white snow
to the once poppy covered fields;
position your saw; see what yields
for it's Christmas time, let's go!

If the branches hang too low,
kneel down and begin sawing so;
and use its warmth as a shield,
in the deep snow of the Christmas field.

But what's that, behold and lo,
hot chocolate in hand, surprise grows;
the layers of bark revealed,
height above the clouds sealed.
Description: C:\Users\75JC671566\AppData\Local\Microsoft\Windows\Temporary Internet Files\Content.IE5\CFKDRXV1\MC900331484[1].wmfHow I love trekking through snow
at Christmastime in the field.

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