I walk through the field
Up on the hill
Gallows standing
With a body swing still
The wind blows a lonesome cry
Sends a chill up my spine
Blood spilled
Life taken
Justice paid
I kneel
I pray
For the soul lost that day
I walk through the fields
Up on the hill
Gallows standing
Body swinging still
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- Published: April 13th, 2025 07:14
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It kind of felt like the speaker in the poem went to the gallows themselves after the previous execution πππ»
Maybe
Good enough for meππ»ποΈ
A somber and haunting poem Tony it is dark.
Thank you
I hope it's not prophetic
Thank you
Made me fart
Thank you
Wow! Haunting poem, Tony! Well done!
Thank you
You are most welcome, my friend!
Superb.
Thank you
Very symbolic, very humbling.
Thank you
Dang, Tony! Remind me of that macabre and ghastly short story in lit class too many years ago, will you? That story has haunted me for decades. Excellently rendered with lovely imagery and a haunting poignancy, thank you for sharing. [See: An Occurrance At Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce]
Thank you and you're welcome
Unnerving, and oddly reassuring.
Thank you
Emotive words Tony, I hope it was not true.
Andy
Thank you
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