Them Hills Poem by Angela L. Burke

Back up in them hills
Down them old gravel roads
There are strange things that happen
That few people knows.

Tales of black witches
Sprite lights and hants
Stories that might make you
Pee in your pants.

Crazy old hermits
Grief stricken brides
A headless horseman
On a black horse he rides.

Native Indian spirits
Grey ghosts from the war
Old haunted houses
With creaky front doors.

Black shadows that dance
Neath the light of the moon
And demons that snatch you
Away to your doom.

There are so many stories
that I'll never write
Because if I did
We might all die of fright.

But one thing I'll tell ya
About them there hills
If the rattlers don't get ya
Somethin else will!

Cuz strange things happen
Down them old gravel roads
Back up in them hills
Were no one dare goes.