Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse

A willow stands upon this land,

an antiquated tree.

How old you ask – I cannot say,

but older than are we.

I met this tree when I was young

a boy of maybe three.

And even then it was beyond

a score or more than me.

Now, many of years have come to pass

and all have gone but me;

the willow stands to mark the past,

this wonderful, venerable tree!

I’ve come to pay my last respect,

I’ve come to say good-bye;

when gone, suspect some further neglect,

What’s this?

So strange, it seems I do detect

this willow tree, it cries!




©Marvin Loyd Welborn  2011

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