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
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