Ghost School
Boarded, broken windows,
Rusty old gate meets me,
Twisted old trees send shadows down,
Rusty old gate meets me,
Twisted old trees send shadows down,
Ancient paper contains secrets of old.
Creepy stairs meet me as I gaze up,
Ancient court like a prison,
Spray painted walls face me,
Gaze up to the spire like a servant,
Writing on the walls,
Decaying old statue of ghosts,
Blinds wave you away,
Glass crushes under your feet,
Erskine Wellington's Best Kept Secret.
By Isaac
Isaac, I really enjoyed reading Ghost School. You made me feel a bit creepy as though I should keep looking over my shoulder as I read. Good on you.....great writing. Perry
ReplyDeleteWow - what a fantastic piece of writing Isaac! I loved your descriptions and the images that they created for me. Lorinda
ReplyDeleteGood job Issac
ReplyDeleteKristina
Wow, we wish you had let us know this was published. You have created an amazing image here and it transported us. We have sent it on to Aunty Carol too. All that book reading has given you such a rich world of words to draw from. More please - and next time tell us!
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