When I die,
Oh, bury me, please,
'Neath the budding
Of Springtime's Weeping Willow Tree,
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It's beautiful - sounds like something that sailed out of Ireland or Scotland and lived in some valley in Appalachia before dropping down into the south....got that old time -plaintive sound - rd
A deeply moving piece Scarlett, such narative, such compellling feelings coming across Wonderful, though very sad Love duncan X
Despite the morbig thought (and if you die, BTW, I'll kill ya) this is the most beautiful, song-like piece. Wonderful to read. Dare I say a Treat? t x
Scarlett, I can vaguely remember a song a long time ago about someone wanting to be buried beneath a willow tree. This beautiful poem brought it back to me. As the others have said don't you go just yet just hanging in there and write us more and more of your wonderful poetry. Love and Hugs David
It's a lovely poem Scarlett but I do have to agree with Donall and say.... not yet Scarlett, not yet! ! HG: -) xx
Gulp! Don't die just yet...would you not prefer a red rose now...see...I place it in your hand...a red rose made of words. love Donall Donall
A pleasure to read. Beautiful images and a truly melodic flow. I like this part the best. The repetition is superb. single red rose. A single red rose, my love, Just an single red rose,