Monday, December 14, 2020
Tree poems
I love the tree haiku you all sent in! Such fascinating stories in so few words....
IPLawGuy nailed a basic Christmas truth:
O cursed light string!
You work fine when I test you
But fail on the tree.
As did, in her own way, Jill Scoggins (who described something I think every year):
Unwrapping all the
ornaments is greeting my
good old friends again.
Like a tree, the Medievalist is always welcome here:
Fragrant evergreen,
Symbol of eternal life,
Bless this home of ours.
And Christine as well:
Oh Tannebaum, please
grace our home with our branches
Festival of light.
And, of course, my dad:
When chopped off at its
ankles and dragged away still
happy to bring joy.
Tall Tenor dropped a gem:
Real trees are pretty;
Fake trees are much easier.
Both look good to me.
And Desiree's was so intriguing she got an anonymous response (in favor of colored lights):
Classy white lights or
my festive colorful lights?
That's the tree question.