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Pine Tree Song
Little pines upon the hill,
Sleeping in the moonlight still,
Are you dreaming now of me
Who bloomed into a Christmas tree?
Baby moons of gold and red
Cuddle close beside my head;
In my tangled leaves a string
Of fairy stars are glimmering;
While my arms, for girls and boys,
Blossom with a hundred toys.
O little pines, it’s fun to live
To be a Christmas tree — and give.
~ Marjorie Barrows
I like how Barrows writes this rhyming poem from the perspective of a Christmas tree, and the image of fairy stars glimmering. Which words or lines do you like best?