H. B. Anderson Writing

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The Weeping Willow’s wisdom

It itself did not possess

But yet, the wisdom of the people

Who took shelter in its breadth 

He saw couple after couple

That carved their names in his bark

He’d see young and old with stories untold

That would rest below his arch

In his years, he’d seen writers

Who would adopt that sacred spot

To search their hearts for words of art

To undo their broken plot

He’d also seen proposals

Seen the love in people’s eyes

Who were willing to keep another flawed human

To cherish them through life

So, yes

This Weeping Willow was wise with many years behind

But his wisdom was not the result of years

But of lessons learned from different lives

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