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Willowy: A Poem by Cecelia Peters

When I was young I used to go to places full of trees

And dance in nature’s loveliness, sweet dreams were made of these,

One day I ventured out too far and ‘found’ a hidden place

A path that led to Fantasy, to Ecstasy and Grace,

And so I called it Willowy, because the Willow trees

Looked sad and lonely just like me, Sweet dreams were made of these,

Willowy, Willowy, the winding path that leads

…………………….To fairy land and the Meads

Willowy, Willowy, I went there long ago

Willowy, Willowy, and the sweetest place I know,

Willowy Willowy, the path that led the way

To childhood dreams and adult joy, that‘s with me everyday

Willowy, Willowy, forbidding strange and grand,

Willowy, Willowy, the way to Fairy Land.

 Willowy, Willowy, the winding path that leads

…………………….To fairy land and the Meads

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