Maggie Willow
By Hannah M
Maggie Willow, my best friend, you have grown for many years. Your roots run deep with stories all true and knowledge known not by many. I may not know you as well as others but you have happily helped me, letting me swing swiftly and safely in our favourite spot. You are like an Aboriginal elder to me and you have seen it all. Brother lightning strong and true, sister wind with me and you. Your soft spiky wattle leaves are the fireworks of nature, the sticks you have shed are of your very own, the patterns you share on your leaves are passed on Dharawal painting. Thank you for sharing your power of life and breath.