Beneath The Willow Poem by Cathy VanDorn

Mount up, head out,

My horse and me.

Open to a gallop,

Wild and free.

Scared to be emotional,

Not wanting to get attaced.

Love to you seems irrational,

Only friendships get latched.

Slow to a trot,

Take a look around,

Find a shady spot,

I have a lot to think about.

Always it was you,

My closest, dearest friend,

It was you I told all to,

But your fear of love, filled me with dread.

I dismount, sit down,

Beneath the willow,

Roots and boughs surround,

My thoughts will be thorough.

For always it was you,

That gave me advice,

The one that I ran to,

My love for you, will never suffice.

Gazing up with my eyes,

Cattle grazing nearby,

Under bird filled skies,

like a lullaby.

As I drift to sleep,

I decide a chance you'll have to,

While secretly my heart you keep,

Silently, I'll keep loving you.

Grass for a bed,

Roots for a pillow,

My thoughts are said,

As slumber falls, Beneath The Willow

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