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The Gallows

A gallows stands in the midnight light; The empty rope swings left to right. The rotting steps stand bleak and bare Though many feet had passed through there. A shadow recalls the wretched waiting; Of rusty bars and iron door grating. A teeming mob and rasping cheers And a little child who stood in tears: “They’re taking his life, who gives them the right?” “The people, Dear.” Of a man in black and a tickle of sweat And the feel of the noose around his neck. The yank of the rope and the gasp of the crowd; The thrill of the watching, The heads that were bowed. Recalling it all for the thousandth time The morning rang out with silver chimes. Melting away beyond the bridge, He left us all this heritage: A gallows stands in the morning light, The empty rope swings left to right. With death advanced in range and scope We use much swifter means than rope.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/25/2019 6:04:00 PM
this is an awesome write. very well done creepy and so realistic
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Jean Bush
Date: 12/25/2019 6:29:00 PM
I'm so glad you stopped by; thanks a million.
Date: 10/16/2018 3:09:00 PM
Great poem, eerie and is great for Halloween. Enjoyed it.
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Jean Bush
Date: 10/16/2018 3:37:00 PM
Thanks so much.
Date: 10/15/2018 9:18:00 PM
Wow, Jean! This was fantastic! And you wrote it when 13!
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Jean Bush
Date: 10/16/2018 10:23:00 AM
Thanks so much, Kim.
Date: 10/15/2018 6:59:00 PM
Written when I was 13.
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