Cedar Tree

"Cedar Tree"

Written by Jonathan Henderson 

Tuesday November 25, 2014 @ 5:32 PM

Post a baker's dozen and four and O'! she's forever seen but 

Now that root is gone, burnt to ashes, the winds blow her 

Asunder, I shall never pray away for another blunder...

The holidays never mean so well in that mind of mine, 'tis

In an unkind hell more cold than hot, pure azure in its ice

Than all the inferno Dante could cast me away...

Ornaments once were sacrosanct, but I confess, they'll not

Be now nor ever or again, and I shall break the tidings only

To commiserate the first bleak day when Fate cut down my

Cedar Tree a-whole...

Shall I sail the starry seas of the blackened coal skies as 

I am pondering just when I shall find those Kingsfords inside

And what I need - and what I see is how I wish my beloved

Cedar Tree could come home, to climb that stairway once 

And no further times, to stare into her emerald eyes - the 

Most soulful to haunt of my heart, as we'd dine a la carte,

No pain nor mercy driving me insane, so should she feel o'

So serene, and let our spirits purr as the motorboats coast

Down that River Jordan, content with our one last time.