The Dead Come Back

The old legend said the dead come back So bury them deep down the cemetery track For the ground elsewhere is sour and unclean And to do so would mean the dead were seen It had been cursed since the gypsy woman Was hung in the morning as the sun had risen Just before the stool was kicked away She cursed them and said they would pay The local baker had a daughter pretty and dear But she became ill and died one night so clear And the bakers wife couldn't bear to see Her daughter to be placed underground at the cemetery So they packed her in ice daily from the local man Keeping her in her bedroom in her coffin on the stand Now that was two years past since she had died And the baker and his wife kept to themselves inside But they say if you walk past their house at night You can hearing crying from the daughter out of sight And I have heard her from her bedroom sobbing and say 'Put me in the ground I am dead and don't want to stay'. © Paul Warren Poetry