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ailing trees whisper to me

please

do not chop me down and

bring me to my rooted knees

I do not wish nor want to leave my family

the forest

to travel far over seas

to be sold/given to people who do not celebrate

nor appreciate the tradition of CHRISTMAS trees

my place at CHRISTMAS

is home

here in the states

not on some tug for weeks on end

stuffed in chilly, tight crates...................

(written Dec.30,1992 pm)