Poem

The Witch Broom Tree

by John Langen 

The Witch Broom Tree,
The Witch Broom Tree.
Don't go near the Witch Broom Tree.

It's branches are long and thin,
like fingers on a shriveled up crone.
It creaks in the wind,
freezing the marrow in your bones.

On nights like tonight,
under waning moon light,
the witches come to coven.

So stay out of sight,
or you just might,
be baked inside their oven!

The Witch Broom Tree,
The Witch Broom Tree,
   Never go near that Witch Broom Tree.

115 Days until Halloween,
JL