weeping willows

July 1, 2011
Weeping Willows sway soundly

never perplexating the crisp air.

as the night grows darker,

more trees start to whisper at an audible sound.

But the swoosh of each weeping willow never disrupts a good night sleep.

Lawnmowers screech grooming the virginal grass,

bird’s flapping their wings to the pulse of a little boy’s heart,

Youthful breath flowing within the river.

Bedraggled moss covering the innoncent reflection.

lively little kids dancing with the insects,

drip drop leaks their popsicles as it hits the pavement

Weeping Willows will keep me grounded

And take me back to this memory forever.

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ElleNicole said...
Jul. 22, 2011 at 10:30 am

This was good! Nice work!

Would you mind checking out my poem 'Change'? Thanks!

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