Willie Walker Poems
|2.||Dark Canyons Of Lost Souls||2/17/2012|
|4.||The Chattahoochee River||2/17/2012|
|5.||An Angel Came||2/17/2012|
|8.||Night In A Negro Graveyard||3/18/2014|
Night In A Negro Graveyard
It is a dark and foreboding night.
The moon has run and hid its light
The pine trees stand shrouded in gloom.
Yellow-eyed owl forecasting his doom.
Gravestones lay broken, scattered about,
A good night for ghouls to wander out.
Deserted road snakes through the swamp
The earth lies moldy, soggy, and damp
A sound comes low, barely heard
It floats in the mist, Is it a word?
The owl goes quiet, cold with fear
It is the sound of death he can hear.
Words whispered I hear, “welcome home.”
My heart falters, ...