A Weeping Willow Mourns

She is in her willows,                                                                                                                                                                      with grey stones, for pillows                                                                                                                                               Speckled with the mossy green,                                                                                                                           alongside what might have been                                                                                                                                  Mourner’s do come and go                                                                                                                                                     The lonesome winds still blow                                                                                                                                                             as the trees billow out,                                                                                                                                                                 the doleful songs, no doubt                                                                                                                                                          Rusty streaks upon the marker,                                                                                                                                               behind the sun grows darker
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Woodward Avatar
January 16, 2018 at 11:25 PM
Very evocative! I can see the picture you paint in my mind.
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January 17, 2018 at 8:56 AM
Thank you, Laurie. I hope you have a great day
Mcdaid Avatar
January 16, 2018 at 9:28 AM
beautifully painted john your pen sings
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January 16, 2018 at 10:19 AM
Thanks for the kind words, Liam.
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January 15, 2018 at 6:57 AM
Wishing you well in the contest! Sad, but meaningful, a good read!
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January 15, 2018 at 7:18 PM
Thanks, Mick. I Hopes so but I have not written, in awhile it was fun, to have the time to write.
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