LEFT IN THE FORREST
We made up our mind a live tree would be ours,
We went into the forest where we had looked for hours
And found the perfect tree in beauty shade and size,
And to the family it was classed as the perfect prize.
About seven foot tall full of needles in perfect symmetry,
Never had we seen such beauty and grace grow free,
Yet, as we gazed at the tree we could not cut it down,
No one could get the saw or axe, all of us did frown.
Let it stand in it’s beauty the old artificial one will do,
Who could destroy such beauty let it live it’s life through,
Someone else may take it if we leave it standing there,
For it is a tree of grace beyond any that I could compare.
We managed with the battered tree and it looked just fine,
But we all thought of the tree with it’s beauty pure and sublime,
And in the new year we went to see if the tree was still there,
As we drove along we all said a secret fervent silent prayer.
Yes, there it stood newly drenched in snow sparkling with light,
Then we saw it in the moonlight, such a breathtaking sight.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 November 2004