Weeping Willow Tree
Stopped by my old home town
a while back,
when I spotted an old
friend of mine, just
a lonely weeping willow tree.
Remembering days as a young
child, when I would climb this
old tree and resting under it
during long hot summer days.
The house where we once lived,
was nowhere to be seen.
Only a large hole in the ground,
where it once stood.
Watching this tree from my bedroom
each night before falling into a deep sleep,
while taking in the cool summer air, was such
a thrill for me.
Got into my car and drove away,
feeling a little better, but yet so sad,
this old weeping willow tree brought back a lot of
good memories, as I drove out of town and back home,
where I belonged.
Written 5-12-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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