Poetry

Wednesday, 24 July 2024

Willow Walking

 Take me where the willows meet the highway

Take me where the wind whispers my dreams

Take me on a walk for a while away

Take me to the other side of the stream


I'm in a land made of water

I'm on a lake made of reeds

And as the aspen shimmers I sort a

Know a change of scene is what I need


They cut heaven out of the skyway

They put it down on a lake of green

And if you are ever going my way

You'll know exactly what I mean

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