Gallows Tree

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Gallows Tree

Sometimes I feel like the gallows tree with people hanging all over me The only sound the creak of hemp bodies silent, dangling cold and limp What aspirations can I own and keep how may I rest in peaceful sleep A gnarled and crooked gallows tree with people hanging all over me.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

tygseflrpdme’s Poems (46)

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