As I walk through the fields so free, My thoughts run deep inside of me. I stop and ponder on the ground I tread And saw the weeping willow trees straight ahead. Fascinating of trees, the weeping willow now Hung with silky aments along the bough, Bearing scaly bracts with utmost pride, Wearing white for the Eastertide. Since I looked for things in bloom, Knowing that Spring will be upon us soon, About the awakening woodland I stroll To see the weeping willow trees hung with snow.Joseph T. Renaldihttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weeping-willow-trees/