Monday, December 16, 2019

Under The Weeping Willow



Under The Weeping Willow
By R.e. Taylor

She waits and waits
It has to be perfect
Frogs croaking in the lake
Crickets chirping in the forest
And a warm sun
Not too hot and not too cool
It is just the right day and time
And she found the perfect place
Under the boughs of a willow
There she writes her poetry
Her stories and her songs
And it is the place where she dreams
And travels to so many different lands
And, when the time comes
It will be the place she is laid to rest

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