Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Unwanted

The kiosks selling Christmas trees
Shut down on Christmas eve
With many evergreens unsold,
Much more than you’d believe.

The workers start dismantling
Their temporary bowers;
Not many customers come by
In these remaining hours.

The trees nobody wanted
Get wrapped up and placed in piles.
They’ll never showcase ornaments
Or manufacture smiles.

But bargain hunters may pop up
To commandeer a tree
Which, after all the sellers split,
Is obviously free.

Not every fir or spruce on hand
Will find a welcome home
And so I will acknowledge them
Right here, within my poem.

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Robert Johnson January 12, 2014 at 8:51 AM I think that I will never see something as lovely as a tree. Seemed appropriate for this poem. Tis such a shame to play this game and waste our nature's treasure. Just so we can reclaim the past for just one week of pleasure. Here's to everlasting fakes. To save our planet, what ever it takes. Peace. Hope your season was a blessed one ilene. Better late than never. :)

Barbara Gorelick December 25, 2013 at 12:15 PM Ive had the same thoughts, poor trees, all that living and growing for nothing .great poem. BG

Andrea Dietrich December 25, 2013 at 1:42 AM I feel sad reading of this, because I think more and more people will stop buying the old fashioned way: real trees!! And another business will be going out the door. I have not had a real live tree since the 70's but I just feel sad for that industry. Nice one for today, Ilene.