Weeping Willow Tree
shady weeping willow tree
grace brushes the canopy
sullen branches seek comfort
from lovers below
yester year echoes sweetly
through the branches hanging low
each leaflet holds my sorrow
dew drops are my tears
my father's tree weeps for me
sweeping branches touch my heart
once, you held a young man's dreams
now, you bring solace
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
dedicated to my dad, John F. Johnson, Jr (1949-2002)
The Weeping Willow was his favorite tree
First place in No Name/Any Form 14 Max contest
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