Down An Old Dirt Lane

Down an old dirt lane where gnarled oak trees grew there lived a witch. Some called her crazy too. It was said that often she was making stew. What was in that stew? Not one person knew! Here is the story I believe is true. The dog in her yard had big bones to chew. Where he got those bones, we had not a clue! We’d see strangers vanish; next, cold winds blew the stew’s strong smell through town. I’m telling you we stayed clear of her house and dog named BOO! Written 10/20/17 for the BOO Contest of Alexis Y.