Under the Willow Tree

A poem on youth and life.

Under the willow tree
Won't you come and sit with me?

We'll watch the pale leaves fall
And the good old days we'll recall.
Although we've grown so old
Our memories will abide forevermore:

We'd chant and we'd roast
We gave each other toasts
For we were young and bright,
No woes could dim our light.

We toiled so hard
Being true men at heart.
Marching to our goal,
Our labours we shan't boast.

We loved and we loathed
Our relish was to court.
With eyes full of desire
Kindling our souls on fire.

We pledged our trust
To loyalty robust.
Our fellowship was myth
Beyond death it still lives.

We were true and bold
As ancient knights of yore.
Resolved justice prevails,
On tyrants we'd crusade

We dreamed of new worlds
Where demons were no more.
Visionaries we were
Our ideals would not err.

A miserable delight,
Our lives were turbulent rides.
Yet, dear,what is this life
If with not a sting or a bite?

And now withered and old,
It's time we said goodbye to the world.
Behold the legacy we render
By which we'll be remembered.


So let's watch the pale leaves fall
And the good lad days we'll recall.
Although we've grown so old
Our memories will abide forevermore.

Reviews

[Will Neill]

I have read quite a few poems on this site Deidre, and some are good, and most are not so good-I think you have a talent for writing good poetry, I hope you don't mind but I like the old fashioned type, and all yours are pretty much my type. I congragulate you for your award, you deserve it. I look forward to reading more.
Will

[Deidre]

Thank you! I really appreciate your kind words. It's true, I write old fashioned poetry and I enjoy it. I'm more into Shakespeare and Homer than contemporary poets, and am a great fan of neoclassics. Thanks for the review!

[Chance]

Kindling our souls on fire.
That line, absolutely beautiful. This poem brought tears to my eyes. I so enjoyed it. :)

[Deidre]

Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I was touched by your review. It made me feel that my writing was actually influential. That line Is one of my favourites in this poem, too. :)