Like she was wearing mittens on a blazing summer day,
She carried things unwritten to a special hidden place.
Sitting in the lovely shade of weeping willow trees,
Sweaty palms and secrets pealed away to feel the breeze.
The wool will come unraveled, as she ponders all alone
The places she has traveled, never one to call her home.
But here she finds a solace, in the willow's sweet embrace-
Her own perfect oasis, where her hands are full of grace.
*Update* 3/11/15: This poem won an Excellent rating in the ACSI Creative Writing Festival!
She carried things unwritten to a special hidden place.
Sitting in the lovely shade of weeping willow trees,
Sweaty palms and secrets pealed away to feel the breeze.
The wool will come unraveled, as she ponders all alone
The places she has traveled, never one to call her home.
But here she finds a solace, in the willow's sweet embrace-
Her own perfect oasis, where her hands are full of grace.
*Update* 3/11/15: This poem won an Excellent rating in the ACSI Creative Writing Festival!
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