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Under the Willow Tree

Under the Willow tree Is where I can be found. Under the Willow tree Is where I drowned, In rubber stems that touch the ground. With leaves so green and profound. Underneath it's canopy, there is no sound. Under the Willow tree Is where I will stay. Under the Willow tree Is where I will spend my days, In a mystic emerald spillway. Where fairies and gnomes dare to play. In my own Utopian fantasy bouquet.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/10/2019 10:57:00 AM
Hiding beneath a willow tree is like having a secret place, a place where no one can find you. You can be alone in your thoughts. I wrote a poem last fall "Beneath the Willow Tree" mine was about the sensual things that might happen under a willow tree. My best to you. John
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Rebecca Ann
Date: 3/19/2019 4:57:00 AM
Thank you John!
Date: 3/7/2019 8:07:00 AM
I do like the willow tree and I did like the poetry. A wonderful poem.
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Rebecca Ann
Date: 3/9/2019 8:13:00 AM
Thanks!
Date: 3/5/2019 12:47:00 AM
That's such a sweet place to be under the canopy of a tree. But a sad sweetness, in this case. Reminds me of Ophelia in Hamlet, floating in the pond under the willows, in her full dress, until she drowns. Hope all is well.
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Rebecca Ann
Date: 3/9/2019 8:12:00 AM
Thanks Andrew, my grandmother always had Willow trees in her yard when I was a child. I would spend hours playing underneath the canopy. My Grandfather on the other hand would always cut them down once they got a certain height. He said that once a Willow tree was big enough to shade a grave they had to be chopped down. He was superstitious, to say the least. My grandmother would keep planting them and he would keep cutting them down, a very corky couple but I loved them so much! Miss them everyday!

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