My Creations (Trimeric Poem)

I walk beneath the willow trees

Alive with memories of youth

And my creations born of love

Are left behind, but wait for me.

I walk beneath the willow trees

As morning beckons to the sun

And night creatures seek their beds.

Alive with memories of youth

The path runs past a swelling stream

That sings a song and makes a beat

And my creations born of love

Are echoed in the leaves above

And in the water’s sparkling;

All left behind, but wait for me

I will return and hold onto

Each one of you and build more dreams.

© 2013  Pam H. Murray