I’ve always liked a Weeping Willow
Her hanging skirt enshrouded me
I’d pull the leaves along the bark
And throw them to the sharks I see
And helicopters fell from Maples
And hand grenades were pulled for fun
From Magnolia’s favorite fragrance
I’d duck and roll and jump and run
I’d hide behind the snowball lady
Or blend in red Azalea style
And keep away from poisoned vine
And swim in seas of green grass pile
The Oak would offer up some nuts
Black Walnuts found around the ground
Would feed the furry legged rodents
Who scattered quickly from the hounds
My world of plants and trees and things
Kept me entertained, you see
A natural kind of boyhood rising
Natural world for natural me
Here you discussed about Weeping Willow, Bark, Maples, Magnolia, Snowball Lady, Azalea, Oak, Black Walnuts out of which in my country only Magnolia is available. I enjoyed this piece a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pleasing poem, Keith...shows how deeply you get involved with nature around...the last stanza lines read particularly very good...10