Poetry

The curse of the lands

A mother who nurtures a little boy

A father who loves both wife and baby

Live on a farm far from Frederick town

It's nine or twelve acres maybe.

In a house by a pond

And a forest of trees,

With skies painted blue,

And flowers dancing with bees.

Their story is tragic

Sorry to say

And no happy endings

Where they lay

The mother has secrets

That she wishes not to tell

But one day it's heard all through town

,So they all ring those horrid bells

The father not knowing still at work

Looks up to see Billy

,”Oh Mister your wife is a witch.”he cried

The father thought this was silly.

The father carried on til the day had set.

He walked home just like a lost fly

He thought it over as if it was a wonder.

“We have a baby!”he shouted ,then gave sigh

The father got to the steps

And stood at the door

He didn't want it to be true

If it was his heart would pour

The door opened carefully

To the sound of a crackling fire

He turned to his wife

Holding baby Myers

It was dreadful to look

At something so sweet.

The stars were smiling

It was memory everyone would keep.

The father went to join

The heart of family fun

,But stop in his tracks

To see what his wife had done

The cries of howling wolves

Is what he wanted it to be.

,But it wasn't

He run over their fast to see.

He look at his wife horrified

She sat there with silent tears

They said not a word

She was covered with blood stain smears

The next thing he knows

The bundle of joy

Was thrown to feed the fire

The wife said“Good bye my baby boy.”

“Why?”asked the father with his head down

She got up silently

“Their coming” she said with a calm whisper

The father stood their lifelessly

She stood atop the tree

And claimed to Curse the land

He ran to stop her

,But it was too late she laid there like sand

The people came with pitchforks and fires

Tied the father up and accused him of knowing

They burned him just like a witch

They treated it like a spectacular showing

Now people know the story

Of why theses lands are cursed

So beware of the father,mother,and child

They come to make sure your stay  the worst.