Where The Willows Grow

MDStone

Where The Willows Grow

Longing for a river bank

Where the French Broad waters flow

Just to the north of Knoxville

Where the Willows grow

Lying in a hammock

Where time is passing slow

Underneath the shade tree

Where the Willows grow

Back to the days of youthful bliss

Where the winds of adventure blow

Across the landscape of lazy days

Where the Willows grow

Sneaking around the bend

Just about a good stones throw

Making love in the green grass

Where the Willows grow

Where did time go,…

Tell me if you know

The playfulness of youth

Where the Willows grow

This is where my mind went

Rummaging through imagination’s stow

Creating sacred memories

Where the Willows grow

Of some fictional time and place

Talking to a friendly crow

A distant longing in my heart

Where the Willows grow

  • Author: MDStone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2025 20:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: arqios, sorenbarrett
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  • arqios

    Ah, the atmosphere of poetry! I too sometimes converse with crows; but only when they initiate the dialogue๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ
    P.S. The title reminds me of that long ago story "Where the Redfern Grows."

    • MDStone

      Arqios,
      Thank you for your time and comments. Itโ€™s always helpful to hear the thoughts of others who love the art.

      • arqios

        Indeed it is. You very welcome ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š

      • sorenbarrett

        A wistful longing fills the heart with this poem's reading. Nostalgic with a tender sadness it echoes its message with each verse. Like a stone thrown in a pond it ripples outward. Although I am not much for repetitive rhymes in this case it enhances the message and like those concentric rings grows larger with it progress. It is an echo of the heart. Very nicely done a fave

        • MDStone

          Thank you Soren,
          For some reason unknown to me, the phrase just kept ringing in my thoughts. As always, I appreciate you stopping by and your thoughts and words. Hope your weekend is a good one.

        • Mourgana of the Fey

          This poem is a journey from and towards growth birthing and rebirthing through life. The willow speaks through this poem, I enjoyed the read!

          • MDStone

            Mourgana,
            Thank you so kindly for your thoughts and words. Input and comments are always helpful. Hope you have a great day.



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