Trees are rooted firmly on its banks;
snow flakes drift softly into the water:
there has always been a pond
wherever we celebrated Christmas:
on Seven Springs Farm
when I was a child;
down the hill from 2000 N. Allen
when our children were children;
near Blues Creek,
when we were once again on our own;
and at Twin Lakes Park,
where, in retirement, we walk our dog.
Always a pond:
the water is still,
trees reflected on it surface,
snow flakes don't raise a ripple,
it's a pantomime of peace
a pond in winter
the reason
for the season
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Trees are rooted firmly on its banks and drifting of snowflakes into water creates a magical scene. Seven Springs' gather in a child's mind firmly. The still water reflected in light motivates eyes. This Christmas poem is interestingly and excellently penned with much care. We visualize the Christmas Card through this poem.