Aged limbs sweep low
branches sway
made heavy by the years,
gnarled trunk still
providing strength,
still holding steady,
giving comfort,
branching out
to shelter with shade,
a shadowed world within
where family's picnic,
children play,
lovers sleep,
amid green leaves
that weep.
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Option picture Weeping Willow
A contest entry
- willow by james119.
600 points, ended August 11, 2008, 13 entries
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I like this a lot
My favorite part:
"a shadowed world within
where family's picnic,
children play,
lovers sleep,
amid green leaves
that weep."
Thanks for entering
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Nothing so beautiful as a weeping willow. We have a difficult time growing them here, as they are prone to some disease that our desert offers. Some people try but eventually they die. It is so sad. I thought I was the only one to know the secret of coffee grounds. I put it around my roses
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As a child I used to play among the weeping willow trees that grew in abundance. I always wanted to be as flexible as their stringy branches, but not breakable. Sometimes I would ask them If I could hang gifts from their branches. Nothing gaudy, but cool ribbons and such. Even still I leave them coffee grounds around their trunks, or some kind of fertilizing gift, like plant sticks and such. Just a way of giving back to them, the hours of imagination and play time they gave and provided for me.
Well written piece with a very positive vibe about it. Good luck in the contest.
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What a beautiful little piece!! The Weeping Willow is by far my favorite tree and you my friend did it justice here!! Well done and best wishes....
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What a poignant write!! The last line was brilliant, fit the mood so well with a sombre finality...
You painted a beautiful picture over this one!
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Evocative, nostalgic, sweet and true. Just misses the carved hearts on the tree trunk LOL
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this is pretty.
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