Peasant Woman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Peasant WomanThe Shepherd and the Peasant Woman, Béla Iványi-Grünwald (n.d)

Peasant Woman

When young I sat upon my mother’s knee
Told me the many wonders of this place
Especially about a slender tree
Growing tall and bold in this very space

The tree was planted the year I was born
Soon from its sturdy branches I could swing
Its green canopy is now gone, I mourn
This is the tree on which I am sitting

Daily I come here to visit a friend
Thinking of sadness and joys of the past
Knowing like the tree my life will soon end
All things living forever will not last

Tonight shall rest my head and close my eyes
Should I wake again, will be a surprise


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