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The Souther farm stood back, a long way back from the road called Joe Long Arm. The house was low and squat and huddled on the hill and it had laid there for eighty years. Now the wind thrummed hard around the house While the outside cellar door swung free. And the light bright windows shone upon the trees which were clawing and mauling at the walls. And then ...... the power..... went off. Miranda watched her mother get some candles in the dark then they made the candle's light brighten up the room and the storm became a hurricane, far too soon While the trees around the house were wildly bent. Her eldest now was riding home on the old school bus, but the place down the road where the bus stop was was more than half a mile to the end of the Joe Long Road The mother she was worried sick. She had to meet the old school bus to bring her eldest safely home Could she leave her little child? She hugged the little four year old and in a great and doubtful fear she left her tiny daughter to the house. The wind was rough and howling now and the rain seemed horizontal, For nearing half an hour she waited where the bus would stop and watched the tiles from an old barn sky off into the storm and thought of the house and the little one. Then she broke and she ran full of fear. The wind at her front then pushing at her back the air in a whirl like her mind. She burst into the house and found Miranda not sobbing anymore. as she sat quite still in the middle of the floor. Her mother held her tightly and between the drying sobs. She whispered to her mum “The house was shaking And it frightened me a lot. but then the floor flew right up to me and I cried and I was very scared Then the lady came behind. she touched my shoulder gently. and I didn't feel so frightened anymore. I never saw the lady but then the lady said, Your mummy she is coming up the hill” And there it ends, such a little thing but it points to a whole lot more and who can say just what it means if meaning is there at all, but to me it says that kindness is on the other side of death and that life here is not the end, there's still much more to go. And it says be aware of outside cellar doors and the joints of the floorboards in the floor, and the funny things that can happen that lets the wind storm lift the carpet from the floor. And too, oh such a lot of thanks and more to the driver of the bus who took every single child to their door.

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Miranda's Ghost

The Souther farm stood back, a long way back from the road called Joe Long Arm. The house was low and squat and huddled on the hill and it had laid there for eighty years. Now the wind thrummed hard around the house While the outside cellar door swung free. And the light bright windows shone upon the trees which were clawing and mauling at the walls. And then ...... the power..... went off. Miranda watched her mother get some candles in the dark then they made the candle's light brighten up the room and the storm became a hurricane, far too soon While the trees around the house were wildly bent. Her eldest now was riding home on the old school bus, but the place down the road where the bus stop was was more than half a mile to the end of the Joe Long Road The mother she was worried sick. She had to meet the old school bus to bring her eldest safely home Could she leave her little child? She hugged the little four year old and in a great and doubtful fear she left her tiny daughter to the house. The wind was rough and howling now and the rain seemed horizontal, For nearing half an hour she waited where the bus would stop and watched the tiles from an old barn sky off into the storm and thought of the house and the little one. Then she broke and she ran full of fear. The wind at her front then pushing at her back the air in a whirl like her mind. She burst into the house and found Miranda not sobbing anymore. as she sat quite still in the middle of the floor. Her mother held her tightly and between the drying sobs. She whispered to her mum “The house was shaking And it frightened me a lot. but then the floor flew right up to me and I cried and I was very scared Then the lady came behind. she touched my shoulder gently. and I didn't feel so frightened anymore. I never saw the lady but then the lady said, Your mummy she is coming up the hill” And there it ends, such a little thing but it points to a whole lot more and who can say just what it means if meaning is there at all, but to me it says that kindness is on the other side of death and that life here is not the end, there's still much more to go. And it says be aware of outside cellar doors and the joints of the floorboards in the floor, and the funny things that can happen that lets the wind storm lift the carpet from the floor. And too, oh such a lot of thanks and more to the driver of the bus who took every single child to their door.