A House, some boys, some ghosts
Those red brick decaying walls can still tell a tale
to curious boys with stones and war like sticks
who run hands on walls reading history in braille
and standing on planks doing balancing tricks,
amid shouted dares and jokes full of baby bluff
one eye beyond the fence with it’s danger sign
the other scouring the debris for treasure stuff
dragging fallen timber with hand cutting twine.
But failing light is reflected by crystal hard frost
releasing shadows from corners to have fun
with over active minds who can see those lost
come back to live another night…. so they run !