Brentford Willow Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The Willow tree hangs long and deep,
Its pointed leaves so gently sleep
Atop the rippling river lies
Caressing waters, passing by.

This sleepy, dreamy English scene,
So pleasant, still and so serene,
Brings tranquil thoughts into your mind
And seems to banish those unkind.

Old Father Thames rolls slowly past
From bank afar, my eyes I cast.
To capture what this holds for me,
My large, umbrella’d, Willow Tree.