The First Christmas
Bells are ringing,
and everyone is gay,
happy ones are caroling,
for Christ is born today!
Born in a stable,
with courtiers of sheep,
he could not be more exalted,
this king under stars asleep.
The angels sing a heavenly tune,
to celebrate his birth,
and dancing with stars so bright,
they laugh with unbounded mirth.
The humble shepherds bring their sheep,
the Christ child to behold,
the Wise men come with gifts for the king,
with frankincense and gold.
Mild Mary attends her infant son,
and Joseph watches with care,
as dearest Jesus sleeps in peace,
peace is embodied here.
Chandler Hamby (Grade 6)
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 406 - For today’s prompt, write an intro poem. Okay, that’s vague, right? In my mind, I’m thinking of a situation in which a poet enters a room and then drops ...