(another from High School)
THE WILLOW TREE
As I lay 'neath the old willow tree
down by the brook, just being me,
the church bells rang, caressing the day.
The notes danced around me and floated away.
As I pondered the lingering sound
I got up and danced, and danced all around.
It thrilled me so much that I ran through the grass
and came upon fruit all made of glass.
I looked with awe on the marvelous gems
and picked two up by their delicate stems.
I looked even closer and what did I see?
It was me as I lay 'neath the old willow tree.
But it wasn't just me, there was someone else there.
He had sun in his smile and gold in his hair.
As I dropped the fruit to go back, as I feared,
they shattered, but as they did he appeared.
He held me close and held me tight
and we were married on that night.
I love him and he loves me
and our house is built beneath that tree.
[i]Ok, show me a poem worse than that!
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Sharon P.
http://www.fischerpassmoredesign.com