Weeping Willow WiseA Poem by Michael G. Smithreminiscing from carved initials in a treeWeeping willow wise cries for thee and thine The tears more they be than thy disguise I come here, tracing back the now flat hardened scars Pay homage; remembrance Amid thy smooth skin as bark The years are stuck as... Amber, golden of another life Which have most true held Like the righteous hold the light Word by word A finger runs like pulsing blood Over each and every letter Tinges of smile sunlight felt The youthful love which fades Now, beneath seasons and inscription Some parts of us rest to laid Dedications left upon a Weeping Willow Our lives so far away become Both living separate in other worlds; parallel All lead back to our special place Within that of tale, once upon a time in woodland meadow On a tree which stands... Statue still within this very field Under guard protects our love Wisdom of our own watchful, weeping willow © 2014 Michael G. SmithReviews
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