On the third day of christmas,

1 new poem
2 old followers
3 new polls
and a day of Christmas.
The new poem called:
TREES

I   THINK that I shall never see
           A poem lovely as a tree.

           A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
           Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

           A tree that looks at God all day,
           And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

           A tree that may in Summer wear
           A nest of robins in her hair;

           Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
           Who intimately lives with rain.

           Poems are made by fools like me,
           But only God can make a tree.

 The old followers were....................
JOSIE
DAN


The three new polls are...........

What do you want for Christmas?
If you could not do anything would you do this?
How old are you?





THAT IS IT FOR ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS.