The willow

Michael William Reid

The mighty willows branches grow 

High above the ground below

It's tendrils reaching back to the earth

An homage the the soil that gave her birth 

 

Beneath its shade a stream does flow 

Its water crystal clear and slow

It continues on its journey past

The strong old willow it knows will last

 

For ages has this willow stood

A simple thing made of bark and wood

Peace is held Beneath its boughs

The gentle peace of nature's house 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael William Reid (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2022 23:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: My happy spot
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  • L. B. Mek

    beautiful, what a soothing gift of a read
    thank you! dear Poet



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