Ann Gilmour Poet Acrostic

January Tree

J  ust undressing my Christmas tree she looks so bare and sad 
A fter such joy she gave to me I feel so mean I feel so bad  
N ow as I take her out of doors I gently rest her on the ground
U nlike when I first brought her home she looks abandoned all alone
A lthough she came without her roots I plant her in the January earth
R ight away birds start to perch break into song the whole day long 
Y ou are truly needed beautiful tree as you brighten up my January


3rd January 2019
Competition: JANUARY
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

Contest ALL YOURS (JAN 26)
Sponsor Brian Strand
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Darlene De Beaulieu January 6, 2019 at 12:21 PM Hello Ann, your poem is beautifully written. Trees are important and take a long time to grow. Have a nice day my friend. Ann Gilmour January 6, 2019 at 12:56 PM Thank you Darlene how nice to hear from you. I really love trees, they are so spiritual and have so much other life living within them. Kindest thoughts Ann xx

Mystic Rose Rose January 4, 2019 at 6:28 AM The tree becomes like a member of the family each year, yes its sad to see it wrapped in a box at the end of the season. Nice poem, thanks Ann Gilmour January 4, 2019 at 10:46 AM Thank you so much Pixie for your kind comments. Sending you kindest thoughts from Ann xx

Gordon Mcconnell January 3, 2019 at 11:08 AM a lovely acrostic piece Ann, giving great homage to the Christmas tree, have a blessed 2019, Gordon Ann Gilmour January 3, 2019 at 11:18 AM Thank you Gordon, glad you liked my poem and I wish you a happy and healthy 2019. Kindest thoughts Ann xx

Caren Krutsinger January 3, 2019 at 6:47 AM A sweet tribute to a tree that does not get nearly the hype she deserves Ann. I always feel sorry for my Christmas tree after Christmas, and she is not even a real tree. Ann Gilmour January 3, 2019 at 11:18 AM Yes Caren, I wrote this poem after seeing several discarded trees outside peoples homes, awaiting disposal by the bin men, and they are such majestic trees, it always seems sad that we cut them down. Kindest thoughts Ann xx