Weeping Willow Helps You...... to Stop.

One of my favorite trees is the Weeping Willow tree.

I had one in my back yard and lamented the day my Dad decided to cut it down
because of it’s aggressive root system’
It was a hard tree to kill and the more they tried, the more it hurt me.

I spent so much time up in that tree so it was more than just a tree to me.
It was my friend.
Sometimes I felt like Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland hiding up in its’ branches.

This tree was used by many, from old days in Mesopotamia.

Aspirin came from it
They made tea from the bark, for rheumatism, indigestion,
gum and tonsil inflammation, whooping cough.

The tannin was used to tan animal hides and the roots protected from water erosion.

So although many call this tree a weed, in actuality it is not a tree we should be destroying. This tree weeps for you.:)

William Yeats wrote a poem



Down by the Salley Gardens: (Salley is another name for WILLOW)

Its about unrequited love.
She offered herself to him and he refused and then he regretted it and
it happened under the weeping willow tree.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3p085i07rWs&feature=related


Down by the Salley Gardens.

It was down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

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Jokes:

Civic Lesson
In a high school civics class, they were discussing the qualifications for becoming President of the United States.
The requirements are pretty simple. The candidate must be a natural born citizen and at least 35 years old.
A blonde girl in the class piped up and began complaining about how unfair it was to require the candidate to be a natural born citizen. In her opinion, that made it impossible for many qualified people to run for the office. She went on and on, wrapping up her argument with
"What makes a natural born citizen more qualified to be President than one born by C-Section?"

CATS
A Tom Cat was running up and down the alley meowing.
An unhappy neighbor asked what was wrong with the cat?
The owner said he was neutered today and he’s cancelling all his engagements.

Parachute Jumping
On the first day of training for parachute jumping, a blonde listened intently to the instructor. He told them to start preparing for landing when they are at 300 feet.
The blonde asked, "How am I supposed to know when I'm at 300 feet?"
"That's a good question. When you get to 300 feet, you can recognize the faces of people on the ground."
After pondering his answer, she asked, "What happens if there's no one there I know?"
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The True Hunter

Dancing warriors flirt
With death on the horizon
Their hefty steeds stand breathing
Through swollen flaring nostrils
Their wild eyes see the swords flash
By raging crackling fires
Sending sparks into the wind
Whistling to inspire

Across the field another group
Sits hungry eyed and lean
All dressed in black they hide in
Mountain caverns, cold and clean.
There is no fire, no mirth, or sadness
Just determination, to win the battle
Close at hand, against trespassers of nations.

The patient wolf stalks the grassy turf.
Pangs of hunger fill his jowls
The nervous steeds stamp their feet and whinny at his scent
The warriors search the midnight air
In hopes to find what ails them.
They do not see the lonely hunter
Hidden in the wail land

The Black eyed groups in caverns,
Well hidden and discreet,
Impatient for the break of day say
There would be no retreat.
The smell of blood was in the air but
one could not determine
Who be the hunter and who the prey.
Who the strong or weak.

At dawn the soaring Eagle’s cry,
Awoke the warring parties
Both sides rode to meet the fate
Destiny had written.
They fought a gallant battle
They died a gallant death
Just causes were united in
Dirty mud and sweat

The lone wolf was the winner.
Had trophies all around
He howled into the cold wind, inviting friends to come
For here they would have plenty, to feast on and to share
Thanks to these just causes which brought this prey so near.

True hunters hide in grasses.
They prey on strong and weak
The true hunter is the watcher.
Who has no fighting streak.