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The Willow(M.P.Bridger)


In the crown of the Weeping Willow
I would sit, my face blasted by the wind
And feel its sinewed boughs sway beneath me.
As a small boy I was daunted by that tree,
Hoping that one day I would grow big enough to climb it.
I felt like a King when I finally did
And soon I could climb like a monkey.
When I needed solitude,
When I needed to escape my parent's wrath
Or the Teacher's wit or-God forbid,
Nurse a broken heart
I would climb high into the crown of that tree..
My tree.
There I would survey the fields and houses at my feet
And hug the nearest bough,my head resting against it,
My eyes squeezed shut. To hide from the world
In that bouncing canopy of windswept tentacles,
To listen to the roaring gale,
My face set against the elements...
Only then was I truly free.

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