By the banks of gentle stream
Weeping Willow sadly sways
to the rhythm of, waters dream
sparkling, in mid-summer haze.
In gnarly old tree, a secret kept
from the common folks glancing eye
inside woods heart, a key has slept
wile a thousand moons passed by.
Long ago, all Wood Nymphs died
except for one, who left this land
locked away, all enchantment cried
kept in hiding from mortal man.
On magical wind, nymphs swept in
with sprites and pixies close behind
when the land, had healed from sin
and to enchantment man was blind.
Down into weeping willow wood
Queen Nymph reached in for key
unlocking all, that again was good
returning magic to every tree.
In a list
A contest entry
- Grow Some Creativity. by Loki.
1375 points, ended September 20, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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such an amazing job with piece and the picture was stunning i mean overall you do an excellent job expressing and illuminating the mind with images. thanks for entering
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