The Poem as a One-Sided Conversation
We’re talking to ourselves in the Garden
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A Conversation With My Aged Pussy Willow
Hang in there old friend
You’ve been my herald of spring
For four decades making me
Smile when your fuzzy little
Catkins appear – a sign that
Winter will soon be gone
Hang in there old friend
I’ll do my part to keep you
Healthy, pruned, pest free
I’ll spread compost around your
Trunk to keep you fed and when
Summer droughts arrive I will
Quench your thirst
You were my first shrub, planted
With loving hands in the
Corner of our yard
Together we have watched the
seasons change
Hang in there old friend
rhymeswithbug 
You plead with the willow as if it were human and dying. I totally understand having a huge old oak as a best friend. I hope your friend hangs in there for years to come.
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It is a marvel, these special bond we form with growing things, especially those we have planted ourselves.
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I do love this… willow trees grow fast… and might die young… treat her well and she will stay
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I adore pussywillow. You are lucky to have companioned it for so long………this is a very sweet poem.
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I love the tenderness with which this poem is penned!💖💖
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Sending hugs to Pussy Willow 💜💜
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You buoy each other up… sweet
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together we have watched the seasons change… Lovely
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Ah yes. The relationship we can have with plants, especially trees. You’ve also reminded me of a childhood favourite story, so thank you for that, too.
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