The Red Barn

Murder in the Red barn – a scary poem.

The Red Barn

The trees are bending over
The cows are lying down
The autumn’s taking over
You can hear the buckshot hounds
The watchman said to Reba the loon
Was it pale at Manzanita
Was it Blind Bob the raccoon?
Pin it on a drifter
They sleep beneath the bridge
One plays the violin
And sleeps inside a fridge

There was a murder in the red barn
A murder in the red barn

Someone’s crying in the woods
Someone’s burying all his clothes
Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer
Slept outside last night and froze
Road kill has its seasons
Just like anything
It’s possums in the autumn
And it’s farm cats in the spring

There was a murder in the red barn
A murder in the red barn

Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s house
Or covet thy neighbor’s wife
But for some, murder’s the only door
through which they enter life
They surrounded the house
They smoked him out
They took him off in chains
The sky turned black and bruised
And we had months of heavy rains

Now the ravens nest in the rotted roof
Of Chenoweth’s old place
And no one’s asking Cal
About that scar upon his face
Because there’s nothing strange
About an axe with bloodstains in the barn
There’s always some killing
You got to do around the farm

There was a murder in the red barn
Murder in the red barn

Now the woods will never tell
What sleeps beneath the trees
What’s buried beneath a rock
Or hiding in the leaves
Because road kill has it’s seasons
Just like anything
It’s possums in the atumn
And it’s farm cats in the spring

There was a murder in the red barn
A murder in the red barn

Now a lady can’t do nothing
Without folks’ tongues wagging
Is that blood on the tree
Or is it autumn’s red blaze?
When the ground is soft for digging
And the rain will bring all this gloom
There’s nothing wrong with a lady
Sobbing alone in her room

But there was a murder in the red barn
A murder in the red barn

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