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
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5 comments:
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,
Efigênia Coutinho
Writer
Brazil
Lovely Dave!
I really like this, simply and beautifully stated.
Awe schucks people... thanks.. it helps me think I need to carve out more time to write... boy life is busy.
Dave
This is great! As Tina wrote "simply stated" and that's enough.
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