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An Epworth Christmas (1987)
A tree you chopped
A tree you trimmed
Made Christmas's of past
extremely dim.
The wood piled high
by the pot belly stove,
was greater than
any treasure trove.
With food abundant &
fit for a King.
The "Mighty Queen"
Reigned over everything.
The French Poetry flowed
as you read.
The imagery, the iambic pentameter
depicted all; danced in my head.
I'll never forget you
nor the gift that you gave...
Your Nature, Your Beauty
in my heart...
I Will Save.
Linda, I love this poem, expessed exactly as I remember it, I miss those wonderful times in Epworth Heights, Our special refuge. Rememver the snow falling as we left, heading home for a long season of work? Later Joyce/Spanky
That was sooo good!! I love your poetry!