The Crying Willow

The Old Willow

On the banks of the Great Myree, the old willow, now bent and crooked with age, shed a single tear. It froze one cold winter’s night, and has remained so through summer heat and seasons rainfalls for countless years. Like fossilised amber the tear shall remain as long as the old willow shall stand.

December 2017, Staffordshire England.

19 thoughts on “The Crying Willow

    • It has to be one of my favourite trees around here and one I visit regularly on my walks. The river runs just beyond it out of view. Thank you πŸ™‚


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