Get your star broom from its peg
On the milky way;
Sweep the rainbow corner where
The tree was moved away.
Bangles, beads and shining strings,
Memories with each one,
Love and fellowship and gifts,
Sweet with Christmas fun.
Sweep it gaily through the door
On to drifted snow;
Brighten up your winter scene
And before you know,
As you scatter cheer about,
Splashing everything,
Crocus heads will pop from beds
And wrap your heart with spring!
Published in Ideals Best Loved Poems 1976