I sat beneath the Willow tree
And cried in sad lament -
The Willow wept because I wept;
Despaired and discontent
I lay upon the clovered grass
Enwrapped in fresh, sweet air -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept
To see me lying there
Her tears dripped down from branch and leaf
Then touched the moistened ground -
The Willow wept, because I wept
As there I sobbed and frowned
My love, my love has gone away
And never to return -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept;
With me, to ever yearn
She touched my face with gentle sway
Of boughs that bended low -
And then she wept, because I wept;
Why did you have to go?
My love, my love has left me now
And I am so alone -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept;
Then watched me turn to stone
And now the clover ‘round me grows
Beneath the azure sky -
The Willow weeps, because I wept;
Forever here to lie
The sun shall burn upon this stone
Yet cold I’ll always stay -
The Willow weeps, oh how she weeps,
For here I lie today
wow wat a beautiful poem mam..........the imagination of turning into stone, the emotions in depth of loneliness is very nicely portrayed in ur poem
Love the personification of the Willow and ending, and the possible metaphor of the stone as death, or from a broken heart that can feel emotions no longer.
Had to read this two more times because I needed to get it across my puny mind. Well crafted imagery Valerie, it felt like a fairy tale with Brothers Grimm illustrations. I don't see the need to cry with such a magnificent companion this is a touch of beauty, thank you for sharing
This is a wonderful poem very descriptive, and wonderfully well written! !
Wow! This is a beautiful poem, a work of art. Rhymes and flows effortlessly. A pleasure to read.
Another beautifully creative write. I had a Willow tree in my backyard when I was a kid and I remember crying because my parents told me that if us four girls wanted a swimming pool put in then the Willow tree had to go.....so the Willow tree went but I'm proud to say I was the only hold out! I just loved lying under that tree so much! Your poem has brought back some cherished memories for me! Thanks for another gorgeous poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magic pen transformed in flute playing a touching song, it filled my room's air with a scent of salt. Thank you!