Willow

Submitted by Brianna on Mon, 01/21/2008 - 18:03

In rushing winds
the willow bends
She heaves a sigh
and tries to fend
away the gale
tries not to fail
and let them
pull her down

It rustles deeply
waving now
whispering softly
she takes her bow
and all goes still
a moment somehow
a fading moment
a silent poet
a mother with many cares
beneath her branches
she remembers
all of her long years

The lake by which she stands
reflects her waving hands
and shows the sorry sight
this tree in its poor plight

She cries and says goodbye
surrenders to the wind
and like a mothers sigh
she knows that she must die
and leave all this
behind

Author's age when written
13
Genre
Poetry
Tags
nature

Comments

Anonymous

Mon, 01/21/2008 - 21:29

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Beautiful! I like it! :o)

Timothy

Tue, 01/22/2008 - 20:24

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This is really good. Definitely one of your best so far.

I like how it moves quickly, and you don't find yourself lost in the words themselves but rather in the image created by the words.

Brianna

Wed, 01/23/2008 - 04:23

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Thanks everyone.

I like how it moves quickly, and you don't find yourself lost in the words themselves but rather in the image created by the words.

That's really great to hear, because I was hoping it would be read and comprehended that way. :D

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa