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Weeping Willow
by Nan C Loyd
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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When I was young and innocence was fresh
I played under an old weeping willow.
I don’t know why it has such a sad name.
I had so much joy
hidden away in that fantasy land
dreaming and imagining under that tree
of my future and happiness and love.

Then life came along and I wasted
so much time weeping like that willow
that I almost forgot the times I played
and just knew my prince charming would come along.

What took you so long?

© 2007 Nan C.

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Reviewed by Linda Law	7/2/2008

Darn it... sometimes we sure do have to kiss alot of ugly frogs before that Prince finally comes along! Sure hope you got a good one! lindalaw




Reviewed by Sheila Roy	6/10/2008

A wonderful use of imagery. The emotion in this poem is raw and real - true to life. Well done! Sheila




Reviewed by Christy French	4/5/2007

Oh, lovely. Thanks for sharing. Christy




Reviewed by Elizabeth Parsons	3/27/2007

My favorite tree is the weeping willow and I too had many a joyous day playing and dreaming under one as a child. I love this poem and as you said life came and with it the weeping, but I remember well my dreams of youth and still hold many such dreams close to my heart. Thank you for reminding me of some them. Elizabeth

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