privateer
03-23-2009, 02:09 PM
Hi everyone this is privateer, I heard a poem when I was young and I can't find it's proper title or a proper version of it anywhere. So, what I can do is give everyone out there as many of the words as I can.
"I love the weeping willow, where I spend my summer days.
It's winding roots a pillow, it's roof a leafy maze.
It's feathery arms are winding, It bends to touch it's toes.
Here I am just sleeping on the carpet where it groes."
Please excuse any improper words, I havent seen this in almost 20 years.
"I love the weeping willow, where I spend my summer days.
It's winding roots a pillow, it's roof a leafy maze.
It's feathery arms are winding, It bends to touch it's toes.
Here I am just sleeping on the carpet where it groes."
Please excuse any improper words, I havent seen this in almost 20 years.