Below is the poem entitled The Littlest Christmas Tree which was written by poet
Hinshaw. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
Read Poems by
Robert L. Hinshaw
It stood alone Christmas Morn on the bleak and windswept mountainside!
Towering spruce that once surrounded it, graced many a cozy fireplace side.
Rejected again, the Littlest Christmas Tree was left so lonely and forlorn.
Dejected, it would spend Christmas with naught its branches to adorn.
Happy children had danced around taller and more majestic trees,
Shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! This is the one! Let's get it pretty please!"
Cheerful families gave it a passing glance as they sought the perfect tree.
The little tree with outstretched limbs cried, "Won't you please choose me?"
Mister Eagle soaring high above saw the little trees' hapless plight!
He mused, "This will not do! I will get my friends to set things aright!"
He rallied all his forest and feathered friends to help decorate the tree!
From far and near they gathered on Christmas Morn in answer to his plea!
Crimson cardinals arrived to adorn each branch of the little spruce so blue!
Bluebirds by the gross settled upon its limbs adding to its colorful hue!
Topping the tree was the Symbol of Peace, a beautiful mourning dove!
Mister Eagle exclaimed, "Y'all done good!" as he eyed the scene from above!
Adding to its beauty were branches garlanded with newly-fallen snow!
All the forest creatures were gathered about the tree, their love to show!
'Twas reminiscent of animals gathered in The Manger so very long ago!
The Littlest Christmas Tree cried tears of joy for all who had made it glow!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved