Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Christmas at the Wilds

You wouldn’t believe how beautiful
The Christmas lights shown
Ah yes, the Wilds at Christmas
As charming as I’ve ever known

The lights in total darkness
You can see for miles and miles
While driving through the country
It always makes me smile

The sunset is unbelievable
A backdropp for Christmas scenes
It brings so much happiness
And a feeling that is totally serene

Old country homes lit up as well
So proud to share the joy
Of the country decorations
Excitement for each girl and boy

Country living at its finest
Old barns blending so perfectly
Yes, Christmas at the Wilds
Means so very much to me!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 09, 2008

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  • Dan Perry (12/9/2008 9:14:00 PM)

    Nice poem I like the part it says old country homes lit up as well I can picture that. Great work (Report) Reply

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