And I will take you down
to where the streams of
our Mother will whisper
your names and the birds
of song will never let
man forget your sacrifice.
Where the breath of the
wind will touch your
children's face and the Sun
will warm their hearts with
joy of thankfulness knowning
how our world would
be if not for your sacrifce.
The Song Of The Willow Tree
Joseph Mayo Wristen
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Poem topics: breath, children, joy, mother, never, song, sun, wind, world, face, touch, whisper, forget, warm, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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