written by: Randal A. Burd, Jr.
The willow softly whispers words
of wisdom in the summer wind.
I meditate and contemplate
What sights were seen by leaf and limb.
Quite firm it stood in time long past
Before the days of here and now,
Forgotten in the virgin wood,
Untouched by man with saw or plow.
Now buildings, cars, hotels, and bars
Pollute the eyes, and earth, and air.
‘Tis only I who will come by
And pay the willow thought or care.
It won’t be long when I’ll be gone;
The willow silently will stand
And keep its secrets of a time
When this was ancient timberland.
Randal A. Burd, Jr.
Randal A. Burd, Jr. is an educator who works with the disadvantaged in rural Missouri. He holds a master’s degree in English Curriculum & Instruction from the University of Missouri. Randal is currently the Editor-in-Chief of Sparks of Calliope magazine. He has been published by a variety of publications recently, including: The Amethyst Review, Ancient Paths Online, The Ekphrastic Review, Halftime Magazine, The Hypertexts, Nine Muses Poetry, Poetry Breakfast, Rue Scribe, Verse-Virtual, Vita Brevis, Westward Quarterly, The Writer's Cafe Magazine, Your Daily Poem, and others. Randal's collection, Memoirs of a Witness Tree, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books in Summer 2020.
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