Elegy To a Weeping Willow
Elegy to a Weeping Willow
A weeping willow once danced in the yard.
Now dead the naked trunk’s remembering,
the man, the woman and the little girls,
from Sixties years of Kennedy and King.
Her hair blew gently as she often cried,
flowing like a pond of ripples in the wind,
swaying tendrils to a breeze so dreamy,
seen through a screen door softly it appeared.
This weeping willow watched a family grow,
and gracefully it aged with timely breath.
Yet, as years passed and strangers came and went,
wicked changes caused her journey into death.
5/24/17
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2017
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