Sunday, December 12, 2010

Christmas Trees Wait for Homes - #257

 Boy Scout Tree Lot in Yorkshire, NY
Photo by Amy LV

Going Home
Photo by Amy LV

Click the arrow to hear me read this poem to you.

Yesterday our family went to find our Christmas tree.  Sometimes we chop a tree down, and sometimes we find one on a lot.  This year we bought one from the Boy Scouts, and they were so helpful showing us all around, bringing the tree to our car.  Later in the day, driving along, the first two lines of this poem popped into my head.  Our daughter Georgia loves the song "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" so that song has been in my mind lately.  I wrote down those two first lines and the rest followed.  

Students - I did try writing this poem in stanzas of four lines, each of two couplets.  But because of the way that lines 12 and 13 flow into each other, beginning a new stanza didn't feel or sound right to me.

One bit of writing advice for today: do NOT put a frozen pizza in the oven before you write a poem with the intent that you will interrupt your writing to pull it out.  That's what I did last night, and let's just say that dinner was a bit hard to eat.

Here is an incredibly dear Christmas poem, "little tree" by e.e. cummings, one of our family's favorites.

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  1. Pine in the living room and burnt pizza in the kitchen: some of my favorite scents! (okay, maybe one shouldn't put the pizza in and write, but .. how can one resist?)

    Happy holidays to you, Amy! Our tree is going up today.

  2. Amy,

    We ahven't gotten our tree yet--maybe tomorrow.

    I love the ending of your Christmas tree poem!

  3. Dear Jeannine & Elaine, Happy decorating! I hope that you find beautiful trees...and that you love sitting next to them as much as I do. My favorite kitty sleeps under ours. Sigh... A.