The King, The Willow And I Poem by M Rene Riel

The king the Willow and I, one day
Set our sights for fun and play,
The king is my brother, the Willow a tree,
And the letter I belongs to me.

The king he did say, 'Let's make a swing',
'From Willow vines and scattered string',
To work we went with string and vine,
Crossing and weaving together of twine.

Pulling the vine back far to one side,
Running and jumping how we did glide,
With loud roars of laughter from the king and I,
Fun in the Willow swinging so high.

Once I reached a cloud of pillows
Swinging so high in that great Willow,
'Higher and higher, Oh, we must try'
What fun we had, the King, the Willow and I.

The King, the Willow and I during play,
Certainly had a meaningful day,
The King grew so tired, the Willow leaned so high,
And we of course left with a sigh.