the willow stands tall and its roots hold tight
as if guarding the land through day and night

it reaches out holding back the pain of its years
the things it has seen would explan all its tears

it looks to have lived for a hundred or so
it must have seen many fall to its foe

it weeps from the pain of watching earth die
it weeps for the victims of old times gone by

it has many ghost that have seen it grow old
it holds back its stories of hearts grown cold

the willow will weep for time gone away
the willow will weep for tomorrow today

it weeps for a purpose and thus gets its name
the willow is weeping for man is to blame

yet it still blooms and grows more each year
for hope still exsist through people that care

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This is poem is now an addition to Anne Staubs “the willow” , who thought that it may compliment her work. i found her picture of the willow tree to be hauntingly stunning
and they seem to have an uncanny fit.


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  • pamelap
    pamelapover 6 years ago

    This is very beautiful – lovely to read.

  • thank you so much for your comment . i will try to read your work as soon as possible and return the comment. neil


  • jianina
    jianinaover 6 years ago

    Great metaphors here…willows are my favorite trees>

  • Corinne Noon
    Corinne Noonover 6 years ago

    Beautiful work you are BLESSED !

  • mspittall
    mspittallover 6 years ago

    I love this….very beautiful!!

  • Angi Baker
    Angi Bakerover 6 years ago

    Beautifully written

  • MaKayla Songer
    MaKayla Songerover 6 years ago

    This is very beautiful and sad. Weeping willows are my favorite trees as well.

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