Bones Bones by Keith D Allison On a Christmas tree night deep within the cave glimmer of light twinkled of the moisture upon the eye wrapping of the season upon the heart Tidings of joy gifts of the heart the ancient story of the star of a child the gift to mankind to sing the songs ribbons and lace to our heart's It is the time when the children laugh and smile mothers and fathers know the joy the gentle heart of time I know, I know The Bones, the bones it is I who placed them upon the cross 12/22/2009 Posted on 12/23/2009 Copyright © 2026 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/23/09 at 06:33 PM Oooh, that last stanza puts this on another level. Thank you for this. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)