Thursday, September 10, 2009


Willow look at yourself.
When you were born no one could have forseen.
You would turn out more like a scrub pine.

So you are not majestic.
Tall and stunning with long blonde branches
Hanging over a slow moving creek.

You live as a lone tree,
An individual on a grand mountain side.
Providing a source of life to many.

Willow you soften reality.
Basking in God’s glory, you’re a pillow
A small humble respite of joy.

By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Photo Credits


EfigĂȘnia Coutinho said...

Dave Schipper,
your photo is very beautiful, and yet you describe it poetically, what a beautiful time to see and read your post, Yours, with admiration,

EfigĂȘnia Coutinho

Tom said...

Lovely Dave!

Tina said...

I really like this, simply and beautifully stated.

Dave said...

Awe schucks people... thanks.. it helps me think I need to carve out more time to write... boy life is busy.


Linda said...

This is great! As Tina wrote "simply stated" and that's enough.