Saturday, December 14, 2013

CHRISTMAS POEMS -- WINDS THROUGH THE OLIVE TREES



Winds through the olive trees
Softly did blow
Round little Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.

Sheep on the hillside lay
White as the snow,
Shepherds were watching them,
Long, long ago.

Then from the happy skies
Angels bent low,
Singing their songs of joy,
Long, long ago.

For in his manger bed
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.

Traditional Gascon 

2 comments:

  1. I really liked this poem. I could feel peace as I read the words.I think it was the "long,long ago". I am finding as I get older it brings a ....I'm not sure..acceptance? a quietness to the spirit? I know that I see things differently.
    And it's a better view....

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    1. This has always been one of my favorite poems. I learned it when I was about 6 years old.

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