Driftwood Tree
Beyond the ocean’s soggy reach
I gathered driftwood from the beach
Radio playing a Christmas choir,
while I dried sticks by the fire
Drilled a hole through everyone
Reached for the hot glue gun
A dowel helped to build a tower
to form a wooden, leafless bower
Stringing lights round each bough
My little tree began to glow
Driftwood rescued from the sea,
makes a perfect Christmas tree
I gathered driftwood from the beach
Radio playing a Christmas choir,
while I dried sticks by the fire
Drilled a hole through everyone
Reached for the hot glue gun
A dowel helped to build a tower
to form a wooden, leafless bower
Stringing lights round each bough
My little tree began to glow
Driftwood rescued from the sea,
makes a perfect Christmas tree
This poem is copyright (©) Moe Phillips 2024
About the Writer
Moe Phillips
Moe is a poet, writer and filmmaker. Recipient of a Gold Clio in 2019, for her work with Disney, she has been published in over twenty anthologies for children and adults. She is a regular contributor to Bella Grace Magazine. Moe has created short films for award winning poets - Naomi Shihab Nye, Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. Her latest creation is “The Feisty Beast” an audio content series she pens and produces.
