The Tree From My Room in
Holidays Poems
The Tree
As I am laying in bed one eve
I can’t believe
How pretty the tree is, I can’t conceive
All decked in bright colors of all hues
From the red, to the oranges, to the blues
From my room, I love the views
Ornaments made of glass
Made of plastic; alas
It is hard to pass
Our tree towers over seven feet in height
It is quite
A sight
Our tree is so bright
At night
Especially tonight
As I lay in my bed
By Molly Shepherd
December 10, 2006
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By amazing grace17
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