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Let Us Go To the Haunted Hollow
Let Us Go To The Haunted
Hollow
His feet slide across the leaves
Rustle. His eyes are teary
They glint white under the
night sun
His body is tired, mind weary
As he trudges. Left foot right
foot
Down an honour guard of eaves
Puddled wet paint stains his
sole
Litter wrecks his shiny shoes
This path is a familiar foe
Not if he had had to choose
His hands come up to bat the
leaves away
A grated gate looms
It's pushed aside
He walks too quickly to be
followed
So come, let us go to the
haunted hollow
That is where his being will be
And there you KNOW, you just
know
That he's there with the kids
Tom and Doreen with the
strangest glow
They play with ladybugs and
aphids
Feeding them the fallen leaves
That cover up the undergrowth
He looks up and she's there
A rustling in the leaves
Running from tree to tree
He chases after her
But the ghost, she's gone
I wish you wish we wish
But there's nothing to be seen
Like the wavefront of a breeze
Piercing into his dream
He curls up on the roots and
cries
He cries himself into a sleep
So come, let's go into his
dream
The sun warms the silky beach
The buckets and spades are in
the car
His wife stays with him, in his
reach
The kids know not to stray too
far
A perfect place, a perfect day
Far away from the haunted
hollow
Too far for the ghosts to follow
So they float among the leaves
Copyright ©
Dylan Wong
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