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( votes)Underneath The Ancient Oak
written by: Jan Smith
@JanSmithNL
Underneath the ancient Oak
Let’s all gather this Halloween
Where legends tell a tale of gallows way up high
Lost souls draw near, spirits dance they say
Ancient whispers chill the bones
of those who dare to visit this night
Moonlight catches twisted branches
moody dark shadows move and sway…
We’ll hold hands, be brave as night draws black
and wait till first glimpse of dawn
to guide us back on our way…
Jan Smith
MARCH 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I have recently started writing poetry, through my work and academic training I gained knowledge and a passion for the written word. Much of my writings are reflections, thoughts and observations of my personal journey of self-discovery.
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