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the weeping willow tree
the weeping willow tree:
stands great, and tall, swaying in the gentle breeze:
the weeping willow tree:
is such of a grand tree to see:
the trunk and branches of the tree, stretch out so great:
the great willow tree, stands its ground firmly in its estate:
the willow fines, stretch out and arch, all the way down to the ground:
the branches, are so strong and sturdy,and from the massive trunk, the vines are bending over weeping, all around:
the great weeping willow, stood massively silent all alone, on the lake shore:
as kids we spent many hours, climbing in that tree, and as im older now, i realize how that weeping willow, i have come to love and adore:
the weeping willow tree:
swaying in the breeze, so mighty, magnificent and free:
as a kid, climbing through all, the great branches, and hiding. behind all the weeping vines:
was always the most fun, that we had of any kind:
we would hang onto a bunch of the vines, as many as we could hold with both of our hands:
then to run, and sway, like tarzan was our plan:
the weeping willow tree:
through all four seasons, was such of a treasure to see
the weeping willow tree:
the memories, bring me home to winona, minnesota, so happy and free:
by: john d. jungers
25 april 2015:
stands great, and tall, swaying in the gentle breeze:
the weeping willow tree:
is such of a grand tree to see:
the trunk and branches of the tree, stretch out so great:
the great willow tree, stands its ground firmly in its estate:
the willow fines, stretch out and arch, all the way down to the ground:
the branches, are so strong and sturdy,and from the massive trunk, the vines are bending over weeping, all around:
the great weeping willow, stood massively silent all alone, on the lake shore:
as kids we spent many hours, climbing in that tree, and as im older now, i realize how that weeping willow, i have come to love and adore:
the weeping willow tree:
swaying in the breeze, so mighty, magnificent and free:
as a kid, climbing through all, the great branches, and hiding. behind all the weeping vines:
was always the most fun, that we had of any kind:
we would hang onto a bunch of the vines, as many as we could hold with both of our hands:
then to run, and sway, like tarzan was our plan:
the weeping willow tree:
through all four seasons, was such of a treasure to see
the weeping willow tree:
the memories, bring me home to winona, minnesota, so happy and free:
by: john d. jungers
25 april 2015:
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the weeping willow tree
the weeping willow tree