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Local The gift of a poem, with hope for better days, on this isolated COVID-19 Christmas. By Karla Ward December 24, 2020 9:08 AM ...
A poem. I wrote a two-page poem in Hebrew, printed it out six times and illustrated each one with small drawings and cartoons, different for each child. And that was what we gave them on Hanukkah.
The next poem I selected as a celebration of silence was “The Lime-Tree Bower My Prison” by Wordsworth’s collaborator and fellow Romantic poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Earlier this week, the cherry tree was planted and a stone was placed in the deep-brown mulch. The stone, which rests roughly 30 feet from another dedicated tree, reads: Tyler McIntyre. 2005-2012.
I wrote this Christmas garden poem for this column more than 38 years ago. It is still the most requested encore of any column I have written, and as a gift to my readers I grant copyright ...
"Because I’ve never seen a partridge in a pear tree and because the thought of lords a’ leapin’ keeps me awake at night, I decided to create my own 12 days of Christmas gift list.