Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how schizophrenic you make me.
Your branches cry for green and red.
My golden birds bring joy instead.
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, your look is ever-changing.
The balls and stars keep falling down.
Your “beauty” makes me want to frown.
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, our friendship is obsession.
No ornament can stay in place.
All I see is the empty space.
Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, you are a great big Kludge to me.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45081/the-cremation-of-sam-mcgee
One of my favorite Ballads!
My head encounters changing spaces
Bits of silver rush, blowing my mind in the quiet gale
What will I think tomorrow
A memory from somewhere here and gone
Lime sherbet raspberries and cream
Held forever eternal like a love song
In eagerness hearty soil shows it’s worth
Northerly gusts defy nature’s pulse
Knotty roots push tender shoots fiercely sunward