Vote

The Willow Tree

Drooping bows, Touch the ground, With time they grow, The willow’s woes. His downcast arms, Mean no harm, Just to say, “Keep away." "I will weep in wetted soil, Lest your pant legs become soiled, Keep away! Keep away!”

Request permission to use this poem

e

Written by

emily-brien

American

Published: Aug 10, 2010
LinesWords: 1339

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell emily-brien how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write