Williamstown

	In Williamstown the willows weep,
	the mountain smiles, a child asleep.
	In his dreams the warm winds blow,
	the gentle rains dance to and fro.

	The willow spreads its arms to keep
	him safe from harm, so fast asleep
	and in the valley far below
	the village people come and go.

	The evening shadows slowly creep
	until the child is buried deep
	within the place where children go
	and worried parents never know.

	The mountain smiles, a child asleep.
	In Williamstown the willows weep.
	
		(First published in Enchantments - 2018)