(a Poem Of My Island) 3- The Crying Boy Poem by Timothy Venard

There are allot of stories about the crying boy,
The one who cry’s out in the wood.

Some say he’s death,
Some say he’s blind,
Some say he’s just
Out of his mind

There are allot of stories about the crying boy,
That no one ever understood.

They say he’s home,
They say he’s lost,
They say he died
In the great frost

There are allot of stories about the crying boy,
If listen closely you could hear him if you would

I say he’s scared
I say he’s sad
I know that he’s
Utterly mad

There are allot of stories about the crying boy,
The one who cry’s out in the wood.