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A Handful Of Poems

A Handful Of Poems, by Hazel Marsay.

Rosemary Black

     


 AT THE END OF THE ROAD, IN A LONELY OLD SHACK. 
 THERE ONCE LIVED A WOMAN CALLED ROSEMARY BLACK. 
 SHE LIVED ALL ALONE, WITH HER OLD BLACK CAT. 
 HER ONLY VISITOR AN ODD STRAY RAT. 

 SHE WAS NEVER SEEN WHEN IT WAS LIGHT, 
 BUT SHE WOULD COME OUT IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
 SOME PEOPLE OFTEN WONDERED WHY. 
 THEY EVEN SAID THEY HAD SEEN HER FLY. 

 THE RUMOURS CAME AS RUMOURS DO, 
 AND NO ONE KNEW IF THEY WERE TRUE. 
 THEY BLAMED HER FOR THIS,AND BLAMED HER FOR THAT. 
 THEY EVEN BLAMED HER OLD BLACK CAT. 

 ONE NIGHT THEY DECIDED TO SEE WHERE SHE WENT. 
 SO THEY FOLLOWED THE OLD WOMAN CROOKED AND BENT.
 WITH HER OLD BLACK CAT FOLLOWING BEHIND.
 EVERY ONE WONDERED WHAT THEY WOULD FIND. 

 THEN UNDER A TREE NOT FAR AWAY, 
 THE OLD WOMAN KNELT DOWN AND BEGAN TO PRAY.
 AND THERE IN THE MOONLIGHT FOR ALL TO SEE. 
 WAS A BIG WOODEN CROSS FROM AN OLD OAK TREE.

 FLOWERS OF EVERY SHAPE AND SIZE.
 THEY COULD HARDLY BELIEVE THEIR OWN TWO EYES.
 THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER WITH SHAME AND DISGUST.
 FOR BEING TO THE OLD WOMAN SO UNJUST. 

 NOT LONG AFTER THAT THE OLD WOMAN DIED, 
 AND ONE OR TWO IN THE VILLAGE CRIED. 
 THEN IN HER MEMORY THEY PUT UP A PLAQUE. 
 HERE LIES THE BODY, OF SWEET ROSEMARY BLACK. 

                                                                                                           HAZEL P MARSAY.

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