Garlands of Gold

I dashed through a snowstorm, in search of a tree
I had thirteen dollars, but found one for free.
It was thrown in a pile, still nailed to a stand,
Behind stood her siblings, all bushy and grand.

I felt a connection to this small broken tree
Her life had been cut short; so similar to me...
So back through the snowstorm, and into my home
This year would be better, and not spent alone.

She drank sugar-water, while I drank my wine
We exchanged all our stories, from the on-set of time.
She spoke of her dreams; of growing so tall...
She'd be home to the squirrels, and birds; large and small.

I unwrapped my baubles, each one with a story
Each placed on a limb, and then crowned her glory...
With whispers of tinsel and a star, bright and bold,
Then wrapped this whole package, in garlands of gold.

I sat in the glow of dim Christmas lights
For two-weeks, at least, we both shared those nights.
Alone, but not lonely, all anger set free...
This little tree, had simply listened to me.

New years come, as old years go,
A time to wrap baubles and unplug the glow.
Her stories are still a large part of me:
Those bold, vivid visions, from a small little tree..

And from the curb, she sent me a wink
A nod of love, or so I think...
To this day I remember, those garlands of gold
Still wrapped around fragile limbs, and left in the cold.

I pray that her spirit will land in a tree...
One not too young; not too old, but like me!
Together we'd face this world: Tall and bold...
Home to her bird-nests, wrapped in
Garlands of Gold

About this poem

A true story about a little tree that saved me from insanity during a very hard holiday season.

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Written on November 10, 2022

Submitted by lovingempath on November 10, 2022

Modified on May 03, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,531
Words 322
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5

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  • luisestable1
    This is not bad and makes a very good poem to be read by any child. It is a pleasant story to go through.
    Though most of the lines serve their purposes, this one about your lifer being cut short that could be better. Your life was not cut short for you are or were still alive at the time you said that. If the life of a person is cut short, the denotation is that he is dead or died. The life of the tree might has been cut short for it pulled from the ground and damaged but not your life. I think you use this line for the sound of it. It comes across interesting, but it does not make good sense. But considering all, this is a good poem. 
    LikeReply 14 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you for your thoughts Luis. I guess I was 'figuratively speaking' when I wrote that line. It wasn't a rhyming problem; it came quite naturally and actually explains how I was feeling at the time. 
      LikeReply4 months ago
  • karlcfolkes
    Dear Robin,
    What a preciously endearing poem. I’ve take the liberty to summarize its essence in the following poetic manner:

    “All that glitters may not be gold,
    but this garland tree, oh quite so bold,
    has provided you shelter from the cold.
    Has warmed your heart, so we’re told.
    And even more, while ‘twas not so old,
    sacrificed its life for yours to unfold.”
    LikeReply 24 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you karl. That was a 'preciously endearing' comment you left and I feel quite flattered that you would take the time to write a poem about my poem. Your version adds a whole new dimension to our little tree :). 
      LikeReply4 months ago
  • acronimous
    Nice memories from last year's November contest – a winner who truly earned it…
    LikeReply 14 months ago
    • lovingempath
      I thought I might revisit the past as well:). Thanks so much!
      LikeReply4 months ago
  • alanswansea18
    Yep that's worth a gold medal.
    LikeReply 14 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Why thank you kind gent! :)
      LikeReply4 months ago
  • Giselavigil
    Loved reading this story. Simply beautiful.
    LikeReply 14 months ago
  • alanswansea18
    This is the most loving poem it's simple and sweet. But you already know that. Your poems are way out of my league. I'm not that good. But you make me see.
    LikeReply 14 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you for you kind words Alan(?) I don't think there are any 'leagues' here...we all have our own styles; and the more you read the other submissions (if you've entered the contest this month, you can read them and vote), you'll become enlightened by just how diverse this community is! 
      LikeReply4 months ago
  • dougb.21370
    Winking from the curb, this friendlyChristmas tree. Captures the special homestyle blessings of Noel, however quaint. Thanks for this excellent piece Robin.
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thanks Doug. Here's a wink for you ;)
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • ljsanders
    very nice.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • Philipo
    I don't understand it well. Twice I read and still a little lost.
    LikeReply1 year ago
    • lovingempath
      That's OK Philipo; some poems just don't resonate with everyone who reads them :).
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • donnam.76665
    I really connected with the soul of the writer on this piece. I too have had a few holidays that devastated me to the core.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Sometimes the people in our lives keep the child's dream alive, or restore our youthful spirits Sometimes something as small as a little 'Charlie Brown' Christmas tree can take their place. I have a feeling you know exactly what I mean. :) 
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • tavonito
    cute... although I have to admit sometimes the best things are free. Maybe if you have paid top price for it, you wouldn't have such a connection.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • Vixility
    Congratulations ... a delightful poem to say the least!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      I love your submission! Thank you for your thoughts here! :)
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • LinYoest
    Love this poem, Robin!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you Linda :).
      LikeReply 11 year ago
    • LinYoest
      And congratulations on taking 1st place!
      LikeReply 11 year ago
  • jerrylogie
    I really enjoyed this creative work. Imagery was exceptional and rhythem and rhyme flowed nicely. I wrote 2 entries for November but didn't get many votes. Good luck !!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • lanhamleslie
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • Jd003984
    Oh wow really beautiful well deserved win
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you very much Jess! :)
      LikeReply 11 year ago
  • Symmetry58

    o, here is all that prize money I had hoped to win. Stole it right out from under my schnozzola ya did. Well, I suppose if I'm to get my butt whipped it should be by a talented writer and friend. How am I supposed to hold onto my Ritz stock if you keep writing like this?

    Well, off to collect my mug. *Huff again*
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Money comes and money goes, but mugs will last forever (unless you drop it:). And I'll replenish your stock of 'Ritz' this month, if you promise to do the same for me in the future. (Brat! :).
      LikeReply 11 year ago
    • Symmetry58
      Money comes and money goes, but mugs will last forever" - I'll tell that to the cashier at the supermarket when I try to exchange mugs for meat, ya kooky broad ya!
      LikeReply 11 year ago
  • s6lennon
    It’s unique
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • kyndra_p
    Beautiful imagery and voice. Well done!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you Kyndra...I absolutely love your entry this month. Very vivid imagery and voice. Thank you for your vote of confidence! :)
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • meng888ws
    Well, I always love the Christmas spirit from childhood. The joyful season though won`t be complete without a Christmas tree. The way the writer wrote, rhymed and put life into a broken outcast tree and wrapping it with garlands of gold is praiseworthy a poetry. For me the poem deserves not only the garlands but the gold! 
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you very much Meng. I love your 'Sparrow' poem. It has the same spirit I tried to give to my little tree here. :).
      LikeReply 11 year ago
  • herodcurtain19699
    Masterfully Written
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you very much Herod for this strong statement, as well as your vote of confidence! :)
      LikeReply 11 year ago
  • Labyrinth
    I have chosen this poem as my winner because it is a nice story that resonated with me and was easy to follow, it was also nicely embellished with rhyme and rhythm.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you so much for your vote and for the beautiful poems you write.When I have a minute to actually single them out...I'm usually astonished by the wealth of talent I find here. Thank you again!
      LikeReply 11 year ago


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