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We have a little bit of North Carolina – hanging on the door

A wreath of Fraser Fir –  bought at  the store.

Replaces the metallic wreath, which was shimmering and fun

But this year, fresh is back – now glistening in the sun

     “From the Mountains of North Carolina,” was posted on the tag

         and this fresh little beauty – we just had to snag

                      this wreath also caught our eye

        remembering Boy Scout wreaths – we always used to buy

             Nathan, our Denver neighbor, sold pine wreaths every year

                     and placing that order — meant holidays were near.

Today’s juniper and cones whisper of Colorado days-

Reminding us of friends, family, past holidays

                 fresh decor – like the “hanging of the greens”  – over at St. James

Magnolia, Boxwood, Winterberry, and Pine-

 aromatic and refined

So yeah, a little bit of North Carolina –  on my Virginia door,

a fragrant embellishment, connecting to Colorado holiday lore.  

***update: For more information on holiday wreaths, check out the igardendaily blog.

Second author update – for the poetry police, my simple rhyme scheme poem here is not trying to be the poem of the century… just for fun!

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Lastly, as many readers know, my boys are studying British Literature this year and adding to that feel, I wanted to share a wreath poem by the Welsh born English poet, George Herbert (ca. early 1600’s).

 A Wreath (by George Herbert)

A wreathed garland of deserved praise,


Of praise deserved,

unto thee I give,


I give to thee,

who knowest all my wayes,


My crooked winding wayes,

wherein I live,


Wherein I die, not live:

for life is straight,


Straight as a line,

and ever tends to thee,


To thee, who art more farre above deceit,


Then deceit seems above simplicitie.


Give me simplicitie, that I may live,


So live and like, that I may know thy wayes,


Know them and practise them:

 then shall I give


For this poore wreath,

give thee a crown of praise. 

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