Tuesday, May 06, 2008

the willow whistle

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He sat cross legged under a tree
in a wood
In one hand a piece of willow, in the other
a shiny pocket knife.
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He chipped, and smoothed and whittled
until he was sure
that his little wooden whistle was perfect
As perfect as could be
..
It was to be a token of his love
for a fair maiden
A reminder of his promise to always be there
whenever she called
.
But life can be cruel and one day

he wasn’t there
.
Years later a girl walked through the wood

searching for the place
where one passion filled summers day
she lost her willow whistle

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let me read it to you!
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5 comments:

  1. Very beautifully done. Hopefully someday they will meet each other yet again.

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  2. I hope the fair maiden, finds the lost whistle and her lost love too...this was so lovely

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  3. Yay, I knew you'd have to write more poems. Admit it, you're hooked now.

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  4. Sweet romantic gesture on his part...but where ever did he go! A new love maybe?

    Hugs Giggles

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  5. Very nice. I like how you read it on video and love the english accent. Very different from the kiwi one

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