Mystery Tree

[Mark Kaufman]

Here's a new collab with Couchgrouch. Any comments or suggestions are much appreciated. Thanks! -mkhttp://soundclick.com/share?songid=6996548Mystery TreeIt stood near my granpa’s acres‘cross the fence line on his ranchHollow, crooked, dead and barrenNotches in the lowest branchAnd when I went out that summerVoices whispered low to meAnd when red moons rose, spotted owls and crowsPerched upon that mystery treeLate one night I tried to climb itAnd that tree trunk seemed to moanBy the starlight in the meadowWeeds grew up through mounds of stoneI ran quickly through the high grassMidnight shadows chasin’ meGhostly howlin’ dogs, posses made of fogCircled that ole mystery treeNext day granpa chopped and burned that big dead oakWe could hear the four winds chokin’ on the smokeThen he said a prayer like he’d set somethin’ freeHaunting roots and hollows of that mystery treeLast July at some museumSaw an old electric chairChildren laughed and played around itLike a funhouse at a fairSuddenly I knew the meaningOf that childhood memoryAnd I understood, why granpa burned the woodOf that cursed mystery tree©2008 Robert George