Poem 2 from "Voices from Mt. Olive Cemetery"
Gertrude Bangle 1895-1914 By name I was called Trudy. When living. Dear friends of the living, Do you know Whittier town Is a very haunted town? Do you know my ghost still walks Still silently steps by you? Oblivious you? Here in the stalking shade of the myrtles? Here in the dark shadows of the walnuts? I still seek the solace from a seeping sadness. Still seek the light of truth The air of freedom In a dark smothering hole Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery. Come my friends, come to me now. Come inside this old resting ground This long deceased land of a thousand yawning holes And find my wandering ghost. You will find me lurking by the Bailey and the Baird graves Here in the dark belly of death and life eternal. Here in the stalking shade of the myrtles.
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