Harvest moon full and bright
Drive out the darkness with your light
Were those footsteps in the dark?
Are there faces in the old oak bark?
Shadows darting here and there
A black cat crossing can cause a scare
Goosebumps, shudder and a chill
As I stand by what’s left of the old grist mill
10/21/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem