Willow Is My Tree Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Willow Is My Tree



Clutching southing breathing love
inside of me.
Asking moaning bringing hair
to earth.
Revealing the basking of her
chair I wear.
Entering the flame we all call care.

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O Anna Niemus 17 December 2008

more than David who hung a lyre on the willow are you the wind who blow through her leafy hair

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James McLain

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