Down the garden path I go like a child torn from sleep, <br />I seek the joy of yesteryear among the Willows Weep. <br />I peer among the tended beds of fellow, foe and friends, <br />And find myself alone again on a path that never ends. <br />Gone far and wide to seek for you down this garden path, <br />Not knowing you had never gone, that you’ll always be my past <br /> <br />You wake me now from this child’s sleep when I find you among the Willows Weep <br />With fond farewell to you I speak and bid goodbye to Willows Weep<br /><br />Ellie Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/willows-weep/
