http://www.englishforums.com/search/pro.htm?q=user%3abos2fra&o=DateDescendingSearch results for 'user:bos2fra'en-USXMOD (Build: 3607.32596)http://www.englishforums.com/English/ThereWasThisPoem/xmqg/post.htm#74185Tue, 15 Feb 2005 20:22:35 GMT946f00bb-57d3-4b7b-a9a2-059b5341af52:74185bos2fraYes, I first head in 1980 when I was 13 old in a Facing History and Ourselves class... Hangman by Maurice Ogden 1. Into our town the Hangman came. Smelling of gold and blood and flame and he paced our bricks with a diffident air and built his frame on the courthouse square The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, Only as wide as the door was wide; A frame as tall, or little more, Than the capping sill of the courthouse door And we wondered, whenever we had the time. Who the criminal, what the crime. That Hangman judged with the yellow twist of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were, with dread, We passed those eyes of buckshot lead: Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he For whom you...