As I walk through the fields so free, <br />My thoughts run deep inside of me. <br />I stop and ponder on the ground I tread <br />And saw the weeping willow trees straight ahead. <br /> <br />Fascinating of trees, the weeping willow now <br />Hung with silky aments along the bough, <br />Bearing scaly bracts with utmost pride, <br />Wearing white for the Eastertide. <br /> <br />Since I looked for things in bloom, <br />Knowing that Spring will be upon us soon, <br />About the awakening woodland I stroll <br />To see the weeping willow trees hung with snow.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weeping-willow-trees/
