Willow
Oh willow tree
you'll not fool me
your happier than most
I watch you sway with
such delight
you mere can keep from
boast
I see no weeping
no woes worth keeping
and yet in form you droop
know this dear tree
you'll not fool me
as I rest upon your stoop
I'll collect my nuts
I'll carve my cuts
Into your nimble limbs
then you shall see
Why willows weep
as me and mine shall keep
a home sweet home
forever loaned
Inside of you so deep
Copyright © Joy Adderton | Year Posted 2010
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