Rolling Rolling Rolling
It's November blowing headlong into Christmas
Semi trailers piled with tight wrapped trees
Southbound juggernauts of season
As the reason for it brings us to our knees
Beneath the rushing need of decoration
And perfect presents waiting to be wrapped
Everywhere a plea for peace and reason
Memories of magi starry rapt
The innocence of one more perfect baby
The gatherings of hope that this might be
A celebration of a birth and maybe
An end to all the bickered greed of we
As joyful carols ring throughout a mass
But it's just another day of hope to pass
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007
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