The Backs 2013

Down the bank and through the trees

Where dead leaves whisper in the breeze

Where flowers die in earth bone dry

Is where the cabin sits

 An orange flicker in the gloom

As grim and lonely as a tomb

And far from light and far from sight

Is where the cabin stays

Up the earthen path unpaved

Past pumpkins carved with faces grave

And logs and bricks and skulls on sticks

Is where the cabin waits

   

   

   

We're Halfway to Hallowe'en.