Albert Ahearn

Willow - Poem by Albert Ahearn

A tribute to Joyce Kilmer

I sit under this willow tree.
Its pendulous branchlets swaying
In concinnity around me,
spontaneously bestirring
a soliloquized pleasantry:
No measured words and rhymes I write
Could ever describe your beauty
Because fools never get it right
and” Poems are made by fools like me”
imperfect presentable lines.
“But only God can make a tree”
creation of perfect design.
So I write down beneath this tree
these feeble lines of poetry.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Willow by Albert Ahearn

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013

[Report Error]