Old Man Willow by Tim Hildebrandt
Along the river's flow he sits
awaiting company
Lonely is the ancient soul
of the Old Man Willow Tree
Rooted deep into the Earth
His limbs reaching up high
Toughened skin against the wind
Leafy tendrils a weeping sigh
"Come sit and share with me," he says,
"Your heart and soul's desire.
And I will share with each of you,
my wisdom that you require."
Kit10ish
I close my eyes as I run past the tree
To hide myself from mock reality
While the tree stays in place,
in its trunk it holds a face.
And I always think that it might speak to me
The wisened face does always stay the same,
but I thought I saw him wince when it did rain.
And the fear is from my mind
cause the tree was always kind
and lent us shade on summers hottest days
Someday I will grow up and move away
the tree grows too but right there he will stay.
Is it silly when we part,
that a tree will break my heart?
But for right now it can stand and watch me play.
lilTrink
Oh weeping willow how great thou art,
standing stout against the day.
but please be careful not to fart,
lest you blow yourself away.
'Hark' I hear the angels cry,
'Oh sweet Lord, what was that sound?',
'Fear not my dears' the Lord replys,
'just Willow farting 'neath the ground!'
Mother Earth awakes and softly rises,
from her warm and comfy bed,
across to Willow she does stride
and whacks him soundly round the head!
and so my dears you understand,
that the picture that you see,
is of the Old Man Willow...
weeping... "IT WASN'T ME!!"
mick
Digging in the willow tree, to sharpen up my claw
I looked up its trunk and saw a face, and teetered back in awe
"I'm sorry good friend willow tree, if I have caused you sorrow.
and will not harm you anymore I won't be back tomorrow"
But willow said "it's quite alright, to do the things you do.
You are a cat, I am a tree and I'm put here for you"
Purring_Kitten
Just one more thing dear kitty, the weeping willow begs,
cats are ok but keep the doggies away or make them cross their legs!
mick
A picture of willow tree
A poem wrote for you by me
Ain't that the craziest thing
But I'm not afraid, I will try by myself
Though I kind of hope the phone will ring, ding
Ideas they come and go
but none of them seem to flow
I guess I can't do this, oh no
I offer apology
I can't write of willow tree
and no poem is coming from me
Thundercat
