Late Halloween poem
On the night
I spied the ghosts
They did run away from me
I did call - to them all
Why do you run - in fear of me
But then I did hear - a wail to fear
Emanate from me
As forlorn I spoke
I am the ghost - and they
The living be
DESMOND CHILDS
Sat 2nd Nov 2019 21:18
I’m glad you enjoyed it jennifer much appreciate your comment. Thank you Juneau and Don for the likes
All the best des