It cuts the Pine Barrens in two
Straight away to end in Batsto
Horse & buggy use in past centuries
Pitch black, no light to speak of
At night only the devil haunts…
The western end Shamong
Crazy to live too near the devils song
Humans are encroaching in a throng
On his on place of refuge left
Fear you should where the devil does belong…
Animals stay clear, sensing his presence
They understand his omnipotent power
Never go into the Barrens alone
You may not come out in this world
All will be heard from you is a dying moan…
© ed
7/14/08
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Great write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs and sloppy kisses to President Woofie!
Cheers,
Dan
Newfie Hugs, Rose