Ballad of the Willow

I sit beneath the willow 

As it weeps upon the wind 

With trunk forlorn and hollow 

Where hart wood used to sing

 

Of folklore and of heroes 

Of villains and brave kings

Of beauty and of honour 

And all such noble things

 

I sit beneath the willow 

Where hart wood used to sing

With boughs forlorn with sorrow 

Just whispering on the wind

◄ To purloin with finger snatch

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DESMOND CHILDS

Wed 3rd Apr 2019 20:37

Thank you M C and Jennifer for your comments much appreciated. Thank you Dorothy for the like.

All the best des

jennifer Malden

Wed 3rd Apr 2019 18:18

Lovely writing - very sad and heartbreaking with its nostalgia.
Jennifer

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 3rd Apr 2019 16:16

Eloquent melancholy, briefly but pungently expressed.

DESMOND CHILDS

Wed 3rd Apr 2019 06:02

Thank you Frances, your comment is much appreciated. Than you whiskey for the like.


All the best des

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Wed 3rd Apr 2019 04:28

Beautiful - such an elegant description of one of my favourite trees.
Thanks, Desmond.

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