Weeping of the Willows
Trees Die
by:Rob Paqiun
I remember being young
Underneath the weeping Willow tree
Swinging on it's hanging branches
As if Tarzan, I someday would be
But now I'm so much older
And my branches hang for all to see
I feel the pull of younger things
Upon my branches; Pulling off my leaves
I guess it makes no nevermind
For I guess I'm what I was meant to be
A gnarled and sturdy figure
Bound and broken by the endless weeds.
I drove by that place once again
Not too long ago, just to see
That ancient Willow has been felled
By the passing of time.
Just Like me.
~The Snowdog
by:Rob Paqiun
I remember being young
Underneath the weeping Willow tree
Swinging on it's hanging branches
As if Tarzan, I someday would be
But now I'm so much older
And my branches hang for all to see
I feel the pull of younger things
Upon my branches; Pulling off my leaves
I guess it makes no nevermind
For I guess I'm what I was meant to be
A gnarled and sturdy figure
Bound and broken by the endless weeds.
I drove by that place once again
Not too long ago, just to see
That ancient Willow has been felled
By the passing of time.
Just Like me.
~The Snowdog