Ghost Town
Dust and sand
blow through the doors
what was a town
not any more
The land took back
what was before
the yucca grows
the cactus more
Ghosts haunt the halls
their groans implore
their lives returned
still it's ensured
What was before
can't be restored
The town once here
gone evermore.
raypool
Thu 4th Apr 2019 19:46
I always like to read your ghost town stuff - we in the UK can't encounter it first hand so the authentic experience comes through your eyes. Appreciated!
Ray