by James W. Spain, II
The weeping willow high on the hill,
returned once again to weep for another season still.
Her bark so thick and littered with old scars,
by old lovers pledging their love under the stars.
From up on the hill this tree affords a vast view
where many have met and sometimes still do
Her roots run deep and she remains strong,
so much more than old relationships gone wrong.
Here she will stay until long after we do pass
to welcome a new generation to sit under her limbs on this green grass.
The weeping willow
high on the hill…