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December 2016 Entry Verdant Poetry Contest |
If I could be a Christmas tree How would I act and feel then Would fear of dying enter me Or a place of honor I win? As I stand perched in the thicket As I await the cutting ax Do I tremble like a picket Do I stand and try to relax? I know when the season is done I will be burned in a bonfire Will my will then be all bygone Or will it simply fan my ire? What kind of Christmas tree am I Perhaps I have no wish to try? 14 Lines Sonnet form iambic tetrameter |