Old and wise

By: Lydia Peters

You stand there

Old and wise

With your wispy branches

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The sun beams down on you

Warming

You sip
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Gleaming

Streaming

The children swing

From your branches

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Wiggling

You

Running

Up and down

Will you teach me lessons?

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Must I find my own willow

To ask my questions?