Crystal water turns to dark
Where ere it’s presence leaves its mark
And boiling currents pound like drums
When something wicked this way comes…
A presence dark invades the fair
And gives the horses ample scare
Chaos rains and panic fills the air
When something wicked this way comes…
Ill winds mark it’s fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes…
Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing color from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their prey
And by the pricking of your thumbs
Realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odors seep
Bats & beasties fly & creep
‘Cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot & decompose
For something wicked this way grows…

I’m curious where you found this, as it’s not in The Complete Poems of Ray Bradbury? Though I do not doubt its validity, it reads very much like Bradbury, I’m having a hard time pinpointing its exact origin and publication.
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I’m embarrassed to say here that I don’t remember what my source was … I do know that this poem is attributed to Bradbury on a number of other blogs. I wouldn’t be surprised if this poem is part of Bradbury’s novel of the same name.
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I have the book and while I didn’t thumb through it I don’t think it’s in there. My suspicion is he wrote it well after the book, perhaps when the film was released. By that point in time he was not writing much poetry (I know of), and The Complete Poems had been published several years prior. I’d just like to find the original source if I could, I don’t doubt it’s him, it’s written very much in his voice, his style.
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I’m certain that it was copied incorrectly, because Ray Bradbury would not have misspelled the possessive form of “it”!
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Wow, you’re right! Edited; thanks, Christine.
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Sorry that I could not be of more help!
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