That Old Willow Tree

Beneath that old willow tree let me lie, Many life secrets it is securely keeping Of years long before I thought to die The old willow tree was often weeping. When as a young child, I lay sad beneath, When my true love lay cradled sleeping, When I came home much, much too high, Or feared the worst, oh, I am creeping Beneath that old willow tree, let me lie Then, I shall feel at home...when I die. Written July 7, 2021 For "The Last Dance" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish