Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

 

 

 

O how long I waited upon my branches of withered leaves. My barren bark now stripped away. My roots are torn from the soiled ground. I weep when it rains down my limbs, waiting for the wind to blow my tears away. I sway with sorrow, I creek at the knees. Twisting and turning here and thro, my children fall upon the ground as I watch them die and blow away.  I weep for them, they weep for me.  O how long I wait, O how long must I weep standing still upon the ground. For I am but a weeping willow crying out waiting with branches dry.         

Reviews

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Now I believe you must be weeping willow. It's very well done. You show empathy for willow it's quiet magical and also very moving with your words. I like also short form I to the point to be,willow well done.

[Shep]

Thank you it's old poem but always seemed to move me.