This Poem was Submitted By: R. Lee Buckley On Date: 2001-10-24 21:45:58 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Great brittle leaves toe dance across  the graveyard late at night, a-glow in sickly greens and browns  beneath the pale moonlight, to rub and shatter against stones  with long-forgotten names, and turn to mush against the tumbled  fence in tattered rain. The sighing of the naked trees,  the moaning of the wind, and howl of lost abandoned dogs,  who don't know where they've been, all cause faint hearts of passers-by  to skip a beat... their breath to catch and fearful eyes to cast  about for signs of "Death". The footfalls - soft - beyond the hearing...  just past conscious thought... bespeak of "other-worldly" things,  imaginations fought. Until, in shadows which take shape  and grow, to move and weave as from the grave - the living flee... for it's All Hallow's Eve!

Copyright © October 2001 R. Lee Buckley

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