Snows residue frosts quickly over
Glass windows stained white,
Like icing on a birthday cake
The chill of the morning air is diminished,
By the warm eerie glow of a crackling fire
And with the smell of fresh bacon in the air
Beside the window resides an evergreen
And under it, the ever probed presents
No matter how small or poorly wrapped
Soon five ruddy cheeked children awaken
And gap tooth smiles are fast to emerge
Because of the dawning of Christmas Day
They are a rag-tag group
With their sloping house
And thatched door, but still they are happy.
Because a simply lived life,
Can be one of the greatest pleasures
Ever given or received.
What do you think about it?
Comments
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I really like this poem. The line "and thateche door, but still they are happy" seems a bit too long for compared to the lines around it. Over all a very good poem.
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