What Am I

What gave me away? Was it my sway? Or my long limber limbs Like glasses with broken rims? Oh sure, wind has its way with me, But broken or uprooted, I’ll never be. Neither short, not tall, could be my description. My strength and elasticity, a better depiction. Cry me a river is your first hint, And for the second; I’m easily bent. Not a flower, or a bush, but green if you please. In a botanical listing, I'm found under trees. What I am, I will proudly bellow. Most know my name is weeping willow.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/21/2023 9:28:00 AM

I do like those weeping willow trees. I had one in my backyard but it started dying and we had to get it removed. Thanks for sharing the questions with us and making us think. I appreciate your visits to my page. Sara

Bill Baker
Date: 10/16/2023 4:34:00 PM

Thanks, Sara. We've had one in our backyard before also. Sorry I missed this comment a few months back, my friend. Blessings, Bill

Emilia James

Date: 6/3/2022 12:05:00 PM

So glad I came across this wonderful poem of yours. Enjoyed every word and line. There are some weeping willows around where I live and they are beautiful. Emilia : )

Bill Baker
Date: 6/3/2022 12:50:00 PM

Thanks for the visit and comment, Emilia. We have a weeping willow in our backyard. Have a pleasant day, Bill

Paulette Calasibetta

Date: 3/15/2022 2:36:00 PM

Tender and sweet~I can't believe I missed this before....your sentiment, rhyme and verse wrapped up in a lovely package. Blessings, Paulette

Bill Baker
Date: 3/15/2022 5:09:00 PM

Thanks for finding it, Paulette, a ways back. lol Blessings, Bill