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THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS
by Paul Curtis When first you hear A seasonal refrain You know its time To climb the ladder again Up to the attic Amongst the dust To find the box That is a must. Where your heart will lift At its very sight And when in hand You'll grip it tight Such is its precious nature A box of magic Of which its loss Would be so tragic For so special are The boxes contents Because this box Contains the ornaments That will grace the tree And each trinket and angel Every bell and bauble Has a special tale to tell For every ornament That hangs upon the tree Holds its own Christmas memory I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |