
Graveyard Bog – A poem JK.Leahy©
The engine roared
Wipers squeezed
The rain splashed
and the tyres spun
Mud splattered
The night tensed
Beyond forest dense,
crosses stood tall,
like ladies in a ball
Peaceful they laid,
beneath the earth
As the sky opened,
the earth drank more
And as the car grunted,
the spirits flighted –
in the graveyard bog
(A true story. My car was bogged in the cemetery a few nights ago.)
