Walking By The Cemetery - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Walking all alone at night,
Past the cemetery gates.
Legs almost frozen with fright,
What am I doing out so late.
Whistling as I stumble by,
Trying to be really brave.
Wish my legs had wings to fly,
Passing by these lonely graves.
The wind moans high overhead,
As I get to my front door.
They can't hurt me they're all dead,
Well at least not anymore.
8/24/10 Alton Texas
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