| Tuesday, August 15, 2006 |
| Whispering Willow |
 I decided today that there aren't enough poems or songs about the weeping willow tree. Weeping willows are inspiring. Boy, do I love 'em. It seems that the shade under a willow tree is ten degrees cooler than the shade under any other tree.
Why is it that willows fascinate me so? The cool shade, the soft rustling of the branches, the deep roots by the pond. This is my moment of zen.
My poem would start, "Weeping Willow, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." |
posted by Joe Napalm @ 11:04 AM   |
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Shade of vibrancy,
Security incarnate,
House of leaves,
And home of secrets.
Hide me in your branches,
Behind,
Below,
And shield me from the world
Beyond,
That doesn't really know you,
Or me.
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Great! That poem plus all of the other willow poems and we now have ... 1.
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Shade of vibrancy,
Security incarnate,
House of leaves,
And home of secrets.
Hide me in your branches,
Behind,
Below,
And shield me from the world
Beyond,
That doesn't really know you,
Or me.