Under The Willow Tree
Under the willow tree,
my childhood secret space,
dreams were born
I was free 'twas the
perfect hiding place.
Beneath her cascading branches
gentle breezes whispering,
songs of hope and wonder
the willow tree did sing.
Awe those days of youth
where innocence was born,
under the willow tree
I found shelter from the storm.
What I wouldn't give
to visit once again,
that secret space
my hiding place
that gave me peace back then.
Under The Willow Tree
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 11/14/2014
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Under The Willow Tree
Under the willow tree,
my childhood secret space,
dreams were born
I was free 'twas the
perfect hiding place.
Beneath her cascading branches
gentle breezes whispering,
songs of hope and wonder
the willow tree did sing.
Awe those days of youth
where innocence was born,
under the willow tree
I found shelter from the storm.
What I wouldn't give
to visit once again,
that secret space
my hiding place
that gave me peace back then.
Under The Willow Tree
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 11/14/2014
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