Linda Mary Rachel Haungs
My Old Friend, Weeping Willow Tree - Poem by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs
I'd listen to the sounds of springtime..While a youngster, free,
and full of innocence..I'd look up at that tree, full of wonder,
and dance away my life hours...The tree seemed to dance
along, delighted, happy, and free.
I'd hear the birds off in the distance, the bees buzz, children,
laughing...Oh, remembering when..a weeping willow tree
was my friend..my playground.
It did dance along with me...in
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