When The Willows Weep

• Isabella Golar, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

I refuse to rest when the willows weep.
Their gentle cries linger, it won’t let me sleep.
I hear the voices of the trees calling out to me,
encouraging me to drift, they won’t leave me be.
But I refuse to sleep when the willows weep.

Ghostly echoes and wails of distraught are carried out from the night,
Their high pitched tones and the uncomfortable groans will surely give you a fright.

And be sure to lookout for the wanderer at your window,
He is not at all friendly, he is not a nice fellow.
He will snatch you from your well deserved sleep,
He will take you to where the willows weep.