Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Willow and the Vagabond #303
The Willow and the Vagabond Why does the weeping willow weep With branches hung down low To shade one's sleep while slumber keeps The vagabond below? How do the raindrops fail to pierce Her leafy parasol That stands against the winds so fierce One hardly blinks at all? What hope could be for saddened tree Slumped over mournful grave That fate nor chance nor circumstance Nor life itself could save? Lighthouse Bob |
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The Willow and the Vagabond #303
The Willow and the Vagabond #303