Avoid That Tree

The neighborhood kids,

always,

avoid that tree.

The one sitting lonely on the hill

In front of the cemetery

They say at night

The dead arises from their slumber.

And sit. Around. That. Tree.

Telling stories of their lives

From times long past

The neighbor kids

always,

avoid that tree.

The one whose leaves never grow

No matter the season

Its branches bare of any fruit

As if condemned by God

The neighbor kids,

always,

avoid that tree.

The one where the dead lives

And the living dies

The neighbor kids,

always,

avoid that tree.

The crows sit on its branches

Never making a sound

Watching quietly

All of those who foolishly

Approach. That. Tree.