Weeping Willow

A Poem by Tate Morgan

The sky and clouds tell my purpose to the green waved broiling sea The ones I loved, whom I left behind will long to follow near after me

What will they say of me when I'm gone

will I be thought of as kind and warm

In time to come when I'm no more

left but the dust born to the storm

How I sense the depth of love

that the Earth has for its own

Nurturing all of which we are made

from the seeds of life it's sown

I have climbed up the towering hill

touched the being of another soul

Then turned back into nothingness

became the grass upon the knoll

The sky and clouds tell my purpose

to the green waved broiling sea

The ones I loved, whom I left behind

will long to follow near after me

Will sunrise glow on another face

whose features so look like me

Then lift the spirit I left behind

bearing me back to the Willow Tree

Tate


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© 2013 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

There is just something grandiose about the stately Willow Tree. I have always had a fondness for them and they for me. I often thought one day I might build my child a tree house within the arms of a Willow. I think in the end I would also like my ashes to be buried neath the same tree. Lately I was fortunate enough to run into my childhood friend. He the one who shared with me my own childhood. Upon his sainted mothers homestead stood a stately Willow. That tree watched over us all through childhood. And was privy to many an adolescent secret. His mother died a few years ago. He told me she had at her request been cremated. That her ashes had been poured in ceremony into Lost Creek. This the creek that almost claimed our lives once in a fool-hearty downriver adventure. It would seem so fitting that I would wish to be left under the tree around which I grew up along side the creek where his mother was laid to rest. I once told her I would never have had a childhood had it not been for her. Her tears seemed to signal she took it well. Gladys Williams was without a doubt the greatest woman I ever knew. She and she alone holds the mantle of the most selfless soul I ever met. Gladys if you are up there listening this man wants to thank you for the wonders of life and love you showed me.
May God watch over her.

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Susanna F

Very thoughtful and beautiful.

Posted 1 Year Ago

msharma

A real nature poet's thoughts flow throughout the poem, magnificence and the inner depth seems to take us to that unseen place..

Posted 1 Year Ago

Siddhartha

Excellently written poem Tate , almost Wordsworthian in its delightfulness...:)

Posted 1 Year Ago

imagination101

Excellent poem that was written in pure beauty!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Katie Lynn

This is poem is stunningly beautiful, Tate. I love how emotional the Author's Note is, and it links very well with the poem itself. You never cease to amaze me.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Dayran

Living a life for the community, with a love for the will it represents in the world, is a task given to very few. It imposes a responsibility that is very high. But where you have touched the being of another soul, that may be its own letter of appointment. A great write!

Posted 1 Year Ago

WhiteWillow

The Circle of Life, and the relevancy of the part we play in it, is a topic one can get lost in for hours upon end. The personal touch you imbue makes it special.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Trish D.

beautiful picture. Great authors note. I liked the way you linked this poem to thoughts of people who might look like you after you are gone. It had that Patriarchal feel to it. A gorgeous poem. Thankyou.