Berry Patch Blogger

I wrote this on a summer day when I was in high school. We lived on Paradise Rd. and it was truly a green paradise in the tree covered hills. I was home alone and it was early morn as I looked out upon the stretch of green grass that was our yard. It was supposed to be a poem about the green, the hills and trees, but it turned into a Christmas poem. I think God wrote it instead of me.

As I looked upon the snow so white,

Glistening in the moon's soft light,

A thought reflected in my mind

About a Babe born in a manger kind.

A Babe born on a cool Bethlehem night,

A Babe born to bear the name Jesus Christ.

Deborah Berry