The Chrisrmas Tree

The Christmas tree By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author & Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned We have a fir tree in our garden. Wife planted it as a twig. Now it is after many years. Oh so quite blinking big. I had to have the top cut off. Because a form of rot set in! The tree surgeon that cut it off! Saved the rest of it, as it’s still growing. Spreads its branches wide I say. The wild birds use it every day. No need to festoon it with the lights. As nature mantle looks just right. When Christmas comes and snow does fall. That’s when it looks best of all. Dressed in its overcoat of white! It glistens in the day and night. But like The flying Scotsman, the train I mean. I like its true mantle of green. A Merry Christmas everyone and a happy, prosperous New Year. (Stanley the new mad author)