James D. Keigley
Weeping Willow - Poem by James D. Keigley
Every time I see a weeping willow.
I can't help but ask myself.
What make's him sad enough to stand there and weep.
Could it be that the tree is lonely.
In hope's to see another tree.
Could this be why the branch's droop to the ground.
In hope's no one sees him a crying..
If this tree wasn't lonely.
I wonder if he would stand tall and straight.
With his branch's reaching to the sky.
But for this to happen.
He would not be called,
A weeping willow tree.
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