Christmas Truce

To a hundred years ago
In that 1914 snow.
Cold and frost made mud a ground
And men rose up all around.
The lines of death forgotten
Even those that were rotten
Were placed with care in the grave
When Christ once more ruled that day.
Men sang, drank, and prayed
To celebrate in a way
The day silent night rang out
Closing man’s war throughout
When the guns, gas, and the bombs
Were made quite with a Tannenbaum

An Old Couch

A country couch in a farm living room
covered with a Five and Dime brown cover.
A small indention in the center front,
where I sat with a much small back end then.

Weekends of joy as I played farm on that couch
Tractors, cars, trucks, dozers, and road graders.
Driving the indention in the center
with toy cars and roads unseen by others.

One day it was worn out, time to replace.
I cried because it was leaving my world,
a friend and comfort of my childhood,
not understanding that an old couch wears out.
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