General Poetry posted January 6, 2023

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Three of us go to woods to get our Christmas tree.

November Adventure

by BethShelby

Memories Contest Winner 


Late in November of Seventy-three,

the three of us searched for a Christmas tree.

Down in the woods where the briars were thick,

I said, “Pick me up! These briar bushes stick.”


 Daddy said, “How will I cut down a tree,

If you end up sitting on top of me?”

“Let my mama chop that Christmas tree down

I’m little. There’s briars all over the ground.”


So it was Mama who chopped down the tree

and took a picture of daddy and me.

Our next tree came from a different spot.

I could walk fine in the Christmas tree lot.


Writing Prompt
Look at some old photographs and write about a memory or a thought that they give you. If possible (not required) include the image in your poem.

Contest Winner



A family of three, my husband and I and our youngest daughter go in the woods to find a Christmas tree. The voice is that of the young daughter. Picture 1973
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