Seeking Room In Bethlehem - Tissot
Christmas Poems: The Trip
I could tell you, I could say,
Where comes the legends, and traditions,
a young mother and her family-
Today, our Christmas Day.
Traveling past the piney trees,
deep forest odors,
censed with balsams -
the valleys’ mists and heavy rains
push rivers to the seas.
Thunder, Alleghany,
reverberation
down the turnpike
‘til the curling smoke of home and
hearth greet the family!
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