Category
2 - Poets Age 13 to 18
HONOURABLE
MENTION
Willow
Tree Forever
By Molly Minkler, of Surrey, BC
She wasn’t mine
I loved her though
With all my heart
Her long black mane
Almost touching the ground
We flew over fences
As she did with many others
A success sheet longer than
any race horse could have
many plaques and rosettes
and trophies and ribbons
The grandmother hen of
Many foals and fillies
Keeping them in line
We are grateful for that
For they wouldn’t be the champions they are today
And when the winter
Came along she subside
In her stall filled with
Shavings growing furry
And fluffy
In a year when there was only one foal
She basked in the sun under
The willow tree
where you would always find
Her after a long day
In the sun she decided
This was the last foal
She would look after
And now in the fall
and forever more
she will graze under the
willow tree and watch
over the farm in where
she lived for a long
twenty-three years or more
Now she lies
with the roots
of the willow tree
to make it strong
so many other fillies
and foals will be
able to graze with their mothers
on the grass around
the great Willow Tree
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