Autumn Rose Wood Poet I do not know?

Weeping Willow

I won't climb
the branches of self pity
I won't swing 
from the weeds trying to find my kitty
I won't cling to the trunk
with tears in my eyes
I won't hide under the roots
telling myself lies

I am not completely sunk
I don't want to chop down the noble timber
But I need the lumber to build
My boat
So I can sail away
And find my fortune
My future
Instead of swaying in the wind

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Robin Dewalt October 28, 2008 at 3:48 PM A different write. Interesting. Thanks for the input on my poem Autumn's Arrival, albeit not "perfect".

Deneen White October 16, 2008 at 4:47 PM this write has hope and faith, keep on trying, take care D-nyce

Michael Torres October 15, 2008 at 9:25 AM When your ready you will do it. Your future. This is very creative. Autumn you have great ideas as usual. Blessings Michael