It was in that place
Where the pussy willows bloom
On a country road
Where I found room
To grieve and to cry
Because you were taken from me
It was a place of peace
Born out of tragedy
Trees in a ditch
Are the gravestone I found
For some unknown reason
There isn’t another around
But my last drive through
Found those trees cut down
Cleared without mercy
Now your gravestone is gone
Without the willows
It’s not the same somehow
So where do I go
To remember you now
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note:
This poem was written after my last visit to that country road that inspired the poem "Where the Pussy Willows Hide" After seeing that the county had mowed down all the willow trees in the ditch, I wept. All that remains of those willows is the pictures I took and now I have no desire to go back.
