Angela L. Burke

Angela L. Burke Poems

Here I sit, on my knees
Underneath the Dogwood trees.
...

A summer night in Mississippi
Spent in Coldwater Bottoms
Down gravel roads and cotton rows
And places long forgotten
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Back up in them hills
Down them old gravel roads
There are strange things that happen
That few people knows.
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Once there was a field of sweetgrass
Where a lonely oak tree stood.
And underneath it's branches
Stood a picket fence of wood.
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There is an old dirt driveway
That leads up through the woods
To an old, abandoned farmhouse
That for one hundred years, has stood.
...

Once upon a time, the year of 1867
A lovely girl named Addie,
Met a charming man named Evan.
She left her home and all she'd known
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The sounds of footsteps in the hall,
Pictures falling off the wall,
Bumps and taps all through the night,
...

Angela L. Burke Biography

Angela L Burke is a former nurse of 20 years, a mother of 4 and grandmother of 2. She has lived in Tennessee, North Carolina, Michigan, Texas and currently resides in the mystery filled state of Mississippi where most of her family resides. She is also an historical researcher and paranormal investigator and co founder of the Mississippi Society of Paranormal Investigators. She grew up as the oldest child of 5 and also has 5 step sisters. She does volunteer cemetery preservation and documentation work for several non profit historical groups and writes articles and blog posts for MSSPIDarkpens Literature Blog and Headboards of Stone A Graveyard Rabbit Cemetery Blog.)

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The Dogwood Trees

Here I sit, on my knees
Underneath the Dogwood trees.

I think of how much I miss you.
What now am I suppose to do?

We pledged our love, you and me
Underneath the Dogwood trees.

Now, here you lie in silent rest,
My heart is breaking from this test.

Your face I can no longer see,
Buried neath the Dogwood trees.

Their tender blossoms, white and pure
Are a comfort to the pain endured.

Yet, my soul longs with you to be,
At rest beneath the Dogwood Trees.

For all the things we'll never do,
My heart sheds it's tears for you.

The lonely nights, I'll spend alone,
Now that your not coming home.

I hope your soul will wait for me,
Underneath the Dogwood trees.

For someday love, I will return.
My name they'll add to this cold stone.

Then you and I forever will be,
As rest beneath the Dogwood trees.

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