Poem

Its a field I see of gold and green

a mem'ry from my mind...

I wonder if you have seen

or wonder if you find...

the center of this field I see

a willow hanging low

"oh weeping willow can you see

the place that I will go?"

what does the willow see, I fear?

what does my future bring?

the weeping willow fears my leaving, and

God will show me a greater thing...


By Beth