And like a willow

Or a river birch

I found my self

Rooted and simply standing

Often and at times

Victim of the wind

Which wound and weaved

Through the years limbs

And every so often

Men would stumble upon

Me in search of the

The river in which

They swam I drank

Throwing off their clothes

And splashing and diving

In and beneath me

The river their baptism

And me their comfort