Front:
"Ex-Mas" Tree
Alone and forsaken in an alley,
Lies the tree of Christmas day,
Thrown into discard on a trash heap3;
But even there it cannot stay.
Soon there will come a trashman
Who will grumble at its being there.
The tree is wanted no longer;
For it, no room to spare!
It seems that there is a lesson
Mankind can learn from the tree:
It had to be choice for selection
By the buyers, whoever they be;
Not only by the last one who had it,
But by many all down the line,
From the fellow who chose to cut it
For the price of two cents to a dime.
The tree was traded for silver,
And dragged away from its home
Like Another Whose Birthday it honors,
He, Who carried His burdens alone.
By Lawrence I. Watters
6423 BERWYN
GARDEN CITY, MICHIGAN
SING-A-SONG POSTAL POEM No. 5
Copr., 1952
Back:
POSTAL POEMS are greetings
For your friends everywhere;
So send along a SING-A-SONG
To let them know you care.
Get "SING-A-SONG" POSTAL POEMS from:
"BUGLOSS", 6423 Berwyn, Garden City, Michigan
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COPYRIGHT, 1932, BY LAWRENCE J. WATTERS.
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