Troublesome Crick Poem by JD Pendleton

I moved when the moon was full
To the hut by Troublesome Crick.
Some said 'twas a fool's own trick
To move when the moon was full,
For the witches are out that thick,
And they'll steal the best thing you've got.

I've not lost a pan or a pot,
Though the moonlight lay as slick
Over....what was the name of that crick?
Inside my skull was a pull.....
Where am i?Who am I? Am I sick?
I moved.... when?The moon was full......

Virginia Earle
September 4,1954