Salford 5th December 2017
A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!
(wrote on St Andrews Day….)
I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.
Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.
yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows
“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree
So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots
and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer
