Hope Disguised
Scraggly but tall. Misshapen but towering. An unsightly tree in the timber grove.
A truck pulls up. Men get out. Chop me down. Drag me along icy ground . Thrown into the back.
A big sigh knowing my end is near. Highway noise and icy wind.
But wait. Being lifted upright and secured. In the center of a poor city?
“Boo”, some say. “Ugly! Take it down.”
“No.”
Now singing. Fanfare. One red decorative ball. I am Reading, PA’s Christmas tree!
Nadine Poper is a school librarian in Reading, PA. The above poem in 81 words was created for 81words.net.
EasternPennPoints 
Ouch! Poor tree.
What I love about children’s stories & poetry . . . there is always hope.
Gotta love that surprise happy ending! 🙂