There is only one, opposite, at the foot of the first willow.
And the rest of the journey to Willow Bluff was made almost in silence.
The oak mentioned in this poem is gone, and a willow takes its place.
Jacob skinned them willow sticks, and skinned the old man, too.
That green strip of willow is the edge of a quicksand where no one knows the depth.
They found a willow ...