The Forest Gift
The tree was cut and roped by boys
Who brought it home to guard the toys
And treasures stacked up round its rootless base:
The pine has found an indoor resting place.
And underneath the tree are set
The gifts of Christmastide for yet
Another year and tree have come to mark
His birth, with fragrant needles, cones and bark.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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