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About This Poem
OUR YULE IMAGINATION
A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.
Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.
Ah! No longer we could spread
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!
And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!
Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12
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