Poem: The Christmas Tree

On M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things, there will be no posts December 24th, 2014 – December 28th, 2014 because of the Christmas holiday and the weekend.  In light of this, today’s post has a Christmas poem.  Merry Christmas!

The Christmas Tree

The barrel was made of wood slats,
that came from an oak tree,
it was as large as some wine vats,
that in a cave might be.

The barrel was then cut in two,
and one half set aside,
the other half was then brought through,
a gate that was so wide.

Behind the gate there were some stones,
and roses that grew tall,
and rosemary that had green tones,
and a small waterfall.

The half barrel was then so placed,
upon the center stone,
and this is where it would be based,
just this barrel alone.

And then soil was brought by cart,
to fill the barrel high,
and when it seemed like some fine art,
the cart then bid goodbye.

Another cart then passed on through,
the gate before the stones,
and this small cart had something too,
and it had dark green tones.

The thing that was in the small cart,
was a small evergreen,
one year ago its growth did start,
and now bright leaves were seen.

This small green tree that now was there,
the barrel it went in,
and it was planted with such care,
as straight as a new pin.

Then oak leaves fell and cold wind blew,
and snow did fall around,
the days left in the year were few,
as little made a sound.

Then a new cart went through the gate,
filled up with things so bright,
that for this time of year did wait,
to shine in the daylight.

The small glass balls and bright red bows,
did go upon the tree,
and like the flowers of a rose,
they were so bright to see.

The small glass balls and bright red bows,
did decorate the sight,
of the small tree that had a pose,
that shown in the daylight.

The Christmas tree it did so glow,
and celebrate the time,
when hope did come so long ago,
and now for it bells chime.