The Willow Tree

                                             I see the willow tree                                                
Pretty is he
Blowing in the wind
He is love to me
My heart belongs to
The willow tree
He forever is my friend

Once when I was young
He lived in the front
I would swing on a swing
Talking to him
He grew older
He got dewormed
By an ax murder

The Willow Tree was my friend
To the end
So long my pal
Now as I'm older
I still remember
The willow
I called a friend.

BY: Bernice Bowling