DPF / Frost

For the trees, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Christmas Trees / by Robert Frost

He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.

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