Written By John P. (Rick) Boyle
As the weeping willow bows
To soften the shadows of the deep…
‘Neath the hickory and their brows
Mine eyes obey ~ My time to weep…
And it is through this special time..
That my breath can not hold on…
To the mother river of rhyme ~
And her thoughts she banks upon…
Sadness is best ~ Without words..
‘Neath the weeping willow tree….
Whilst the birds of demons flock the herds..
~ The herds of silence… Beneath me
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