Unwanted

The kiosks selling Christmas trees Shut down on Christmas eve With many evergreens unsold, Much more than you’d believe. The workers start dismantling Their temporary bowers; Not many customers come by In these remaining hours. The trees nobody wanted Get wrapped up and placed in piles. They’ll never showcase ornaments Or manufacture smiles. But bargain hunters may pop up To commandeer a tree Which, after all the sellers split, Is obviously free. Not every fir or spruce on hand Will find a welcome home And so I will acknowledge them Right here, within my poem.

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Robert Johnson

Date: 1/12/2014 8:51:00 AM

I think that I will never see something as lovely as a tree. Seemed appropriate for this poem. Tis such a shame to play this game and waste our nature's treasure. Just so we can reclaim the past for just one week of pleasure. Here's to everlasting fakes. To save our planet, what ever it takes. Peace. Hope your season was a blessed one ilene. Better late than never. :)

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 12/25/2013 12:15:00 PM

Ive had the same thoughts, poor trees, all that living and growing for nothing .great poem. BG

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/25/2013 1:42:00 AM

I feel sad reading of this, because I think more and more people will stop buying the old fashioned way: real trees!! And another business will be going out the door. I have not had a real live tree since the 70's but I just feel sad for that industry. Nice one for today, Ilene.