The Willows
The Willows
To where the wisps and the willows blow,
From where the sun always shines;
To where the morning light is pure
And its warmth is true and fair;
To where the beauty of a youngsters smile
Is fine and born to they,
And the sound and worth of a simple word
Is heard where the willows sway
To where the wisper of a summer wind
Is warm to soothe the soul,
And the quiet patter of a softer rain
Past by so long ago;
Where here the motion of time and place
Is as calm as that summer wind,
And a child's smile makes sweet the dawn
Here where the willows sway
by m.n.
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2011
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