Bad Poetry Monday: Oldie, but a goodie.

I wrote this poem in 2013. I stumbled upon it today, and thought I would share it on the blog.
Share an old poem you have written with me in the comments, or link me to your writing so I can check it out.

Weep not for this willow
for her limbs, they will not break.
Though her leaves may grow too heavy,
her branches do not quake.
Weep not for this willow,
when the winters been too long,
she is barren, she looks weak,
but in the spring you’ll hear her song.
Weep not for this dear lady,
in the midst of nights long storm.
She will dance and bend with grace,
it is the essence of her form.
Never weep for our dear willow,
she is rooted long and deep.
Her beauty lasts for lifetimes,
her strength will never cease.

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