A roaring river cuts through the land, <br />The river thins down at the bend, <br />the bend where I would play as a child, <br />And where now I stop to rest awhile. <br /> <br />Beside the river is an old willow tree, <br />It’s very presence comforts me, <br />For this is the same willow that cried amity, <br />On the day that we all lost hope. <br /> <br />This willow knows of great, great sorrow, <br />Of war that would come perhaps tomorrow, <br />Of stories untold and heroes unsung, <br />Knows much does this willow by water that runs. <br /> <br />Amity, amity, it sang in dark times, <br />Friendship, it called to a world torn with strife, <br />Peace, it asked of two nations at war, <br />Amity it called, to the heroes of lore. <br /> <br />The war had torn us all apart, <br />Had emptied our minds, clouded our hearts, <br />Wartime strategies were all that we knew, <br />Till the willow cried amity and hope of light grew. <br /> <br />And now as I sit in the willows embrace, <br />I know vengeance is gone, I am safe, I am safe.<br /><br />Amity Willows<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-willow-of-amity/
