Away beyond the Jarboe house <br />I saw a different kind of tree. <br />Its trunk was old and large and bent, <br />'And I could feel it look at me.' <br /> <br /> <br />The road was going on and on <br />Beyond to reach some other place. <br />I saw a tree that looked at me, <br />And yet it did not have a face. <br /> <br /> <br />It looked at me with all its limbs; <br />It looked at me with all its bark. <br />The yellow wrinkles on its sides <br />Were bent and dark. <br /> <br /> <br />And then I ran to get away, <br />But when I stopped to turn and see, <br />The tree was bending to the side <br />And leaning out to look at me.<br /><br />Elizabeth Madox Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-tree/
