No Witches Poem by Lee Boueri

No Witches

No witches reside in my story tonight

The Wind's not here to stir the chimes

He'd look out at me in fading light

Those days past, those wet summer nights
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'Looks like rain' He'd smile and say

to me and Boxer caught up in play

'Come here Boxer. Good boy! Stay! '

I'd Grab his book and run away

'It aint got pictures' His smile still fixed

'Tell me the story gramps, I'm nearly six'

'Sit with Boxer my little tin lid.

Its about a witch and a little kid'

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We sat till dark as he rocked his chair

His voice carried in the misty air

The wind would howl and the chime would sing

he'd tell me and Boxer the scariest things

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When the rain got heavy we'd go inside

Me under blankets pretending to hide

And I couldn't stop crying the day he died

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No wind or witches are guests tonight

His chair sits quietly in dim moonlight.

But when the wind blows the rain through the air

On those nights I swear, I hear Grandpa rocking in that chair.

'Sit with Boxer my little tin lid, it's about a witch and a little kid'