By emily2u | From the Heart | 10 Feb 2021
Night falls,
Close all doors.
I’m by the fireside,
Listening to noises outside.
This old home,
Made of stone,
Has an eerie history,
Till today, remains a mystery.
It’s said one feels the spirits,
If under the oak tree he sits.
This tale I haven’t verified,
Of ghosts, I’m petrified.
I’ll have to see some proof
Before I make a move.
Presently, I’ll not go,
As the rent is low.
*Photo credit: Arantxa Treva from Pexels
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