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About This Poem
Ancient Tree
The base of a tree
Sits a great Jack-O-Lantern
Fear emits from within
The hollow nature of his eyes
Bring about a sense of death
The tree is ancient
It’s the oldest tree around
Time hasn’t been kind
The limbs are gnarled
Crooked as limbs can be
They sit very lifeless
Bats sit atop the lone tree
Waiting for some passerby
Light seems to dim
Whenever you near this tree
Evil lurks here
Russell Sivey
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