The Tree

Green tree, bright green tree,
dancing joy,
joyous seed,
resting on a lush, green sea.

The bells and bows,
the matchless lights,
shift like lightning,
sing like snow.

Tinsel twirls, bright green tree,
the dancing joy,
the joyous light,
twist and sing on the lush green sea.

Bright green tree,
we watch and wait,
watch and wow,
watch and bow,
waiting, watching the lush green sea.

The angel lauds,
applauds and then

a pause.

Ben Plunkett
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Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.

5 thoughts on “The Tree

  • December 14, 2016 at 7:28 pm

    Ben, I realize that poetry is not going to generate a bunch of discussion and debate, but I am so glad you write it for the site.

  • December 14, 2016 at 9:59 pm

    Thanks, Phill. And thank you Phill and company for letting me do it.

  • December 15, 2016 at 8:56 am

    I as well think the poems provide a nice contrast to some of the crazier articles I’ve written this December.

  • December 6, 2017 at 9:38 pm

    Thanks, Ben. I am grateful for “the poet in your soul.”

    • December 6, 2017 at 9:48 pm

      And I am very thankful for your always ready and very well thought out words of encouragement, Mr. Lytle.


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