The Dark Hedges Poem by Douglas McClarty

Like arthritic joints on display
How did trees grow this way
Did evil hands plant the seeds
As a fitting monument to bad deeds
Do the Hedges have a dark past
They alone only know the mystery
Left for others to stand and stare
Ugly but there's also beauty there
If you travel along this narrow road
There unique, mother natures art
You will marvel at how this could be
One dark night if lucky you might see
The Dark Hedges Ghosts behind a tree.