Hear the willow whisper softly,
Unto the gentle summer breeze,
Oh won't you stop to talk awhile,
And take a rest beneath my leaves,
But the breeze just kept on blowing,
Through the hills and valleys green,
He could feel his branches reaching,
For a love he had never seen,
Oh summer breeze come tell me please,
What I've done that offend's thee,
Why do you always pass on by,
But not a word you say to me,
And the summer breeze took notice,
For she had always loved the tree,
So she stopped her gentle blowing,
Then whispered softly as can be,
I always thought you understood,
The special love I have for thee,
But a breeze must keep on blowing,
Or there'd be nothing left of me.
A contest entry
- Here's something interesting. by celestial.
300 points, ended March 27, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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I loved your poem, the way it flows. great work
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Love it!
I loved what you did with the prompt. This was marvelous and cute, and so creative. I love the idea of it. Very well-done. -
wow nicely done!! that was so very sweet and you pulled the elements together well. best of luck in the contest!
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