Don't Ode to two Weeping Willows Don't speak, Don't cry, Don't let the thoughts kill, Whatever was blowing in the calid breeze, Don't break, Don't sigh, Don't let the woodman cut what once was a living dream, And, Don't you, Don't do, What the spirit tells you to, Until the axe glints in steely hatred. William Calderwood Wallace Copyright �2001 William Wallace |