Best Folktales Poems

There is an old tall tale told by the elders in the Village.
It says that the skulls come up from the dead.
That their bones deteriorate and the skulls are only valued.
When the moon is full and the darkness coagulates, 
the skulls become spirits of others...

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 The Maiden of Carbury Hill 

I remember a story told of a red-haired girl who never grew old,
who died when there came a great famine.
In one pale hand she owned a sheep's knucklebone,
the other a sprig of winter jasmine.
Though her kin all left for...

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From the unravelled and now exposed mystery 
Tales of leafy Nottinghamshire
And the dusty tatty books of  it's long history
Comes a tale 
You'd think it was just a jest
However, it is a fact and true
With hand upon heart and chest
I am telling you

Way back in...

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