Transcendental Sonnet #439:
Silke's Pine Tree
On Christmas Eve my daughter gave to me
As host gift for the odd recluse I am
A decorated potted Christmas tree
As focal point in lieu of Christmas ham
At Epiphany I undressed it then
And kept it watered sitting in its pot
I wondered if when Christmas came again
It would be here (I keep the house too hot)
I knew that it would have to go outside
I planted it in honor of my bride
The bells rang eight o'clock Ash Wednesday morn
I heard them as I laid my shovel by
And marked it as the moment when was born
Something to leave behind me when I die
*~ ( + ) ~*
+Steven Curtis Lance
from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
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