THE OAKTREE IN THE CEMETERY) INSPIRED by WAYNE ROSE POEM TIGHT SPACE AND CHERIE POEM GHOST

I don't know who's idea it was to bury me under this oak tree when I wanted to be cremated and put on the mental peace by the fireplace so I could be warmer no one can see my grave with all the oak tree leaves and acorns I SCREAM!!! OVER HERE!!!!  when some one walks by, thay stop and look and with a shock look on there faces the ether walk away fast or run away the leaves and acorns on my grave leves it cold and wet and damp the raven sit in the tree all day and makes lot noise the squirrels run by and stop and eat the acorns what mess I wish some one would clean off my grave so the sun would shine on it. It would be warmer I been here a long long time,  at night I hear the wind blow some times hear people voices I don't know who thay are so I say OVER HERE!!! thay laugh and run away maybe some night I will get up and go for walk and see who it is,but for now I will lay here will some one please clean off my grave the oak tree in the cemetery.