The hanging tree

we hung our swing
from the hanging tree
two kids observed
by ghosts that be

those who twitched
and those who swayed
watching silent
as us kids played

we heard them laugh
every wind’s pass
in rustling leaves
and dancing grass

an entertained
and happy breath
by those who died
a violent death

today folk tell
of days wind free
and the swing
that swings
from the hanging tree

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