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Weeping Willows Along The Riverbank.

My mom has numerous weeping willow trees along the riverbank of her farm. They are higher than three stories and several hundred years old like all of the trees around the farmhouse. I have always loved them...
The way their branches cascade to the ground and into the water.
The way they grow, sturdy and enduring....Though the waters have eroded them to their tangled roots and some are leaning and dipping into the murky waters now....Some day they will no longer stand as the silent sentinels they are....Watching the world go on around them...Harbouring birds...Scampered upon by squirrels....Clambered upon by children...Alas no children climb them now...There are none....Perhaps...*smiles* Some day there shall be....
People say do not plant willows. Their roots invade water drains and basements....But their majesty is not disputable. They remind me of waterfalls....I love weeping willows. Why do they cry? I do not know...But I think they laugh in cascades too. *beams* Thank you. If you know why they cry, please tell me..*dances away, spinning, and whirling....*
PoetryNEmotion PoetryNEmotion 51-55, F 7 Responses Dec 10, 2012

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There is something magical about these trees. I've always had a soft spot for them. :)

Yes. My favourite are the Christmas trees. Of various varieties. I posted a story on them...And Maple trees. A leaf of these are on our plain Canadian flag. :)

my favorite trees . . . for so many reasons . . . and I am mesmorized every time I see one . . . thanx for this "Ode to" dedication . . . such lovely memories my sister . . . thank you . . . 8D

Thank you, sister of mine. Love you too. xoxo

they weep for those who can not
as a child one of my favorite places to go hide and read a book was under one they remind me of safety and security

Ah, dear R. .....They are refuges for us...Miss you. Hope you are well. kissessssssssssssssss......xox

im so glad you posted this..i am a lover of trees too..maybe the weeping is the melodic songs they whisper when the wind blows through their leaves n branches..your post brought back memories of my euphoric bliss taking in the breeze n hearing their hauntingly melonchollic sounds..i dont meet very many folks that stop to appreciate these types of beauty in nature..very awesome

Nature's love surrounds us. It is within us to love it back. Thank you. kissessssssssssssssssss.........

I love weeping willows My cousins grandpa had a couple there are still a few around my area. I ahve a picture of one I am now inspired to post.

They are not common anymore. These majestic beauties are like dinosaurs, a dying breed. Please do post, jen. xoxo

maybe they weep because of your beautiful story you wrote about them

Thank you. But my words do not do them justice....I am a lover of trees. Especially winter ones like Christmas ones and Maple trees.

I have a yard full of them

I know not why they weep...perhaps for the children who no longer come to play?

But they wept before the children....That is true too, though...I used to sit in them for hours. Dream of a better life. Seems my dreams came true now...kisssessssssssssssssssssssss......Love you. xoxoox

There are always reasons to weep. Perhaps they miss the first birds who settled and then never came back the following season. Or maybe they just have an awful lot of sap due to all the drinking they do, and it drips. Maybe they aren't weeping at all, but seeping.

Perhaps you are correct. Seeping willows...Could be..Thanks.

*giggling uncontrollably* Not nearly so poetic though is it?

*giggling* No. But the imagery is cool! xoxox

Poetry is so much more poetic than science, don't you think?

Well, of course....

:)

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