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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.