Hi Jean, I hope you like this one.

Many years ago, I was staying with a friend and he had a girl coming round for dinner. He threw me out for the evening and the only place I could go, was to sit in the local cemetery.

This is what I wrote as it got darker and darker.


God Bless Roy and Helen








The Graveyard Path.

Peering down the path at night,
Counting all the stones,
Thinking of the people there,
Before they turned to bones.

Creeping down the path at night,
Try to read the words.
Maybe then I won't be scared,
Which is really quite obsurd.

Running down the path at night,
Flee with all my might,
Some dirty sod jumped out on me,
And gave me such a fright.

Carried down the path at night,
Someone heard me scream.
When I thought that I'd passed out,
I woke to end my dream.

Looking on the bright side,
Could have been much worse.
Then I found that I'd woke up,
Lying in a hearse.



Last edited by Roy Cooper; 10/29/10 07:26 AM.
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