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    The land they call the Woody Swamp
    is a damp and dangerous place.
    It’s where old Ezra lives, they say
    and folks vanish, without a trace.

    Old Ezra is an evil one,
    he stores gold in his sorry place.
    His eyes are only cold black holes
    yet they illuminate his face.

    The Barker boys set out one day,
    that is how the story is told.
    To search out old Ezra’s cabin
    and make off with old Ezra’s gold.

    When they came upon the cabin
    old Ezra was not in sight.
    So they kicked in the old front door,
    and stole Ezra’s gold that night.

    It’s close to thirty years ago
    since the Barker boys went in.
    They never did find thier way out,
    the legend tells where they've been.

    On days the swamp appears peaceful,
    you hear something in the breeze.
    it sounds like voice's begging, but
    evil Ezra takes no pleas.


    Down in the woody swamp where no one now will go
    there is a dark cabin, in it two boys I know.
    They went into the swamp to seek their fortune there
    they never did come out, they live a real nightmare.

    It’s called bad Ezra’s shack; in there he still resides.
    Flames flicker from his gold there’s no attempt to hide.
    It’s guarded by those boys for whom the bell now tolls
    rich dreams were in their eyes which now are cold black holes.

    Life may or may not twist beneath their cold pale skin
    but hope has all but left, they’ll never see their kin.
    This cabin’s now their home and in it they must dwell
    with Ezra as their host, they wish they were in hell.

    It’s years since they became the guardians of that gold.
    For once when thy first came, they thought that they had stole
    the riches they now watch, as slowly they grow old.
    They did not know the truth of bad old Ezra’s gold.

    Posted By Storytime | Dec 13, 2006

    Echoes Poetic Princess

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    these are good, solid writing here:goodpost:

    I couldn't see the images:search:

    Posted By Echoes | Dec 13, 2006

    Benny New Member

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    enjoyed these...good flow and kept my attention.

    Posted By Benny | Dec 13, 2006

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