Saturday, May 26, 2012

The Limb of a Willow

What hope have I? A willow branch, to make
An impression err I die? That my stake
In the ways of life were greater, I should
Improve the world! Oh would I! that I could
With my knobby hand overcome the wind
That attempts to rip me from my great limb!
Shall I find my ruin, my desperate end
Before my purpose is wont? Shall I win
The battle that I fight day in and out?
Or is death what's in store? what is about?
A willow branch am I, that I cannot
Overcome a frightful gale of thunder.
Yet perhaps my purpose is clear, still bought
By the frailty I poses, O wonder!

                The Limb of a Willow, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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