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The Willow by Kathryn S. Carrington Thursday, June 05, 2008 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan This is a poem that was written for and is included in my new fiction coming this summer called (DESIRE)
The Willow Follow me into the corners of my mind, Where there is a Willow Tree Planted beneath, where the sun won’t shine It knows the road to the pathway to my heart, Where all of my dreams, start And fade away in yesterdays They are my Willow Trees… Guiding me to the place to find me Before I am pushed away from Dreams and aspirations, Often showing images of what is to be I…want…to…be…free! From the place in my mind Where the sun won’t shine I want tomorrow to find me Scratching a surface Punning out the pain in my heart Where grows sadness beneath the Willow.

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Reviewed by Rick Robinson	4/7/2010

Nice imagery presented here. It beckons the imagination to wander to a Willow tree. Rick




Reviewed by Sheila Roy	12/6/2009

There's a great sense of a hopeful future in this write. Nicely penned. Sheila




Reviewed by Char Carradine	11/1/2008

I love this poem. Of course the willow is my favorite tree.




Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)	7/3/2008

Excellent write, blessings Holly




Reviewed by Lois Christensen	6/5/2008

Loved to play under the willow tree in my youth and when it was so hot out. Still admire the willow trees when driving by in the car and wishing I could stop to rest under them a while and be free as you said. No sadness for me beneath the old willow tree.