The Willow Tree

                            The Willow Tree 

I see the willow tree                                                

Pretty as can be

Blowing in the wind

He was home to me

My heart will forever belong to

The willow tree

My forever friend

Once when I was young

He lived out  front

I would swing on a swingset

Talking to him

And making mud pies beneath the burning sun

He grew older

Then got sick

He got taken down

By an ax murderer

The Willow Tree was my friend

All the way to the end

So long, my pal, my companion

Now as I'm older

I still remember and long for him

The willow

I called a friend.

BY: Bernice Bowling