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