Willow Weep
By Robert M
As I enter into the willow weep,
Not as once I see, it seeks,
The eyes which began to pry among like creep,
No longer stare to watch as I sneak
For the willow weep stands tall and proud no more,
As the lumbers come and strip it poor,
Oh, This once rich cultivating life,
Oh, how the lumbers have put it into strife,
As I enter into this willow weep,
I remember the fond memories,
Wish I could relive and keep,
But as I enter this willow weep,
Time stands still as if to freeze.