Jon Contrastano

The Tale Of The Old Green Lady

An old rock wall
With an iron gate.
I pass on through
Then hesitate.

Age…ed headstones
Covered with moss.
Eerily do I…………
………come across.

The cool night fog
Hangs damp and still.
I wonder what’s……….
…………..upon that hill.

A large oak tree
Moon lit yet shady.
Gives refuge to
The Old Green Lady.

Her clothes are ragged
Tattered and torn.
And on her feet
Leather boots are worn.

A black knit shawl
Hung o’er her shoulder.
For as night wanes,
The air grows colder.

Rising slowly……….
……….As she ...