the willow tree

 

The willow tree

Once a poor old man sat beneath a willow tree,

Under the leaves and birds sat he,

And he sat and thought and waited for his bride to be,

Under the shade of that willow tree.

 

Deep in the woods, underneath that willow tree,

That poor old man, sighed, said he,

“I am lost in the woods, underneath this willow tree

Where is my love? Is she there for me”?

 

That poor old man, underneath that willow tree,

Lost in the woods, lost said he,

For is he lost, underneath that willow tree?

Deep in the woods, in the woods sat he.

 

A few years gone, underneath that willow tree,

That poor old man still sits, sits he,

But he’s long been dead, underneath that willow tree,

“Where is my love? Is she there for me”?

 

Reviews

[Jinx's Heart]

Wow. So sad, but sweet tale within this poem. I like it. You've inspired me to add on my own Willow poem I wrote last year. Hope to read more of your poems! :)