Guest guest Posted December 10, 1999 Report Share Posted December 10, 1999 Hi All I woke this morning recalling a poem! Many many years ago, when I was small-ish and my Father alive, we had a Christmas recital at school. I was learning to play the 'recorder' a wind instrument, not that I was any good. Think my father realised I did not have a musical ear, so tried to talk me into reciting a poem. Guess I was 9? So we sat down at the dinning room table, and started putting 'words' together. Yes we made a list of words, all associated with Christmas. Many hours later we came up with this poem, which came to me again this morning. Guess my Father is trying to contact me or something? In Bethlehem on Christmas day A baby boy lay on the hay In a manger cold and dim With animals to warm him. But little did the world know Of the child sheltering from the snow Until a star shone in the sky Seen by shepherds passing by Which lead them to the manger dim Too honour, worship and Pray to him. I forget just how many time I wrote this out, or recited it at home, before the recital at school. Enough to remember some thirty two years later. Then just before the BIG day, the penny dropped. I located my Father, showed him the poem and said, " But Bethlehem is in the Mediterranean and it does NOT snow their! " My father tried not to let the smile show, before saying, " Its all right Gill, that is what they call Poetic License! " I then replied, " What you need a license to write poetry, guess I will not take it up as a job! " Love and God Bless Gillian Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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