Old Christmas poem Contest sponsored by Constance La France
December 21, 2025
"I'm not a Grinch, but would rather see an inch of new growth on a tree then to fell it down to please me." ~ by poet Quite earnestly, I would decree it unjust to cut down a tree then simply toss it as debris It saddens me It saddens me Trim it with ornaments and light Praise its beauty every night But it's dying, not from a blight I feel contrite I feel contrite They're glorified, as tradition But trees don't give us permission So, we are... in supposition A mortician A mortician Flocked with snow, their needles die Drooping branches will certify Christmas trees, humans crucify When death is nigh When death is nigh Trees place oxygen in our air Replenishing what we can't spare Everyone should be made aware Does it seem fair Does it seem fair We destroy them for our pleasure Enjoying moments at leisure They do more good than we measure Nature's treasure Nature's treasure
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