It falls out in the autumn
leaving me bald as a stump
but by April, golden green
buds are ready to blossom.
Come summer my hair will be long,
brushing the river’s edge,
and a calm green to rival the pines
who never feel the bite of winter.
The wind will run her fingers
through my locks and they will dance
to hypnotize the fish below, jealous
in the shaded water.
(The prompt from my usual Poem-A-Day source didn’t inspire so I grabbed one from the Poetry SuperHighway: “Write a poem about a body part.”)
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Reminds me of weeping willows that used to drap over Idlewild Lake.
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That’s what I was going for. Thanks!
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So lovely. Makes me want to go there right now for a swim.
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Fortunately, it’s a poem, so water is always warm.
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Wonderful Bartholomew – one of my most favorite trees. 🌴
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Excellent. Hope I captured them well for you.
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Most certainly. 😊
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Really lovely, both the trees and the tribute.
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Thank you, Mary. They are inspiring.
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Those weeping willows are lovely and they know it. They hear you singing their praises. Great poem, Bartholomew.
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Thank you, Jai! I bet willows are quite vain, aren’t they, and I’m not helping with that poem.
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With that beautiful foliage, what tree wouldn’t be vain? 😊
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Beautiful! poem and photo! <3 I have loved weeping willows since childhood. I used to cultivate new trees by sticking switches from our tree into the ditch beside our house when I was four years old. When we moved from Pennsylvania to Virginia, we brought one of those trees along. In the two years we lived in that house, it grew to be a lovely tree!
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Impressive! When I was a little boy I’d stick twigs in the dirt but they never grew.
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