Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

       
Color:

Main/Poem Text

       
Color:
Background Position Alignment:
  | 
 

Upload Image: 
 


 
 10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:




Like: https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/ce_Finnaly_home_soare.jpg  
Layout:   
www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry
Christmas Trees
We had lined both side of our driveway with a variety of pine trees, what we called evergreens, each a different size, the tallest by the road. Before mid-November, my Dad would take me to where he had spotted a good tree, a place with no houses near, in his travels to the bars, the beer gartens, he frequented around the county to whet his whistle. A good tree was about five feet tall, no wide and not thin. We'd dig up the tree, keeping a big root ball, place it in a metal wash tub, which was about 2' in diameter and a foot deep, carry the tub back to the car and set it in the trunk. We kept the tree outside until a week before Christmas, unless it got too cold, which it did most winters, and then we'd put it in the celler by a window. We'd bring the evergreen up into the living room, still in its tub, center it on one wall, (the recliner squeezed into a bedroom) and my sisters would decorate the tree. After the holidays, we took it back down to the basement where I watered it every week until spring. Dad and I would lug the tree out, each with a hand on the tub's handles and one underneath. We'd plant it next in line along the driveway, moving toward the house, making our history that way.
Copyright © 2024 Len Solo. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs