The Old School-House

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The old school house
They closed it down
When children went missing
All over town
When people gossiped
Said in its walls
The monsters crept
We heard their calls
Hysteria rising
Each passing day
The old school principal
Passed away
And stories of rituals
Did the rounds
The old school house
They closed it down

The old school house
Still stands today
Its gardens broken
It’s in decay
The children whisper
To never go
Within its doors
It scares them so
A haunted house
Would never be
As fearful a place
To you or me
And if it’s true
I dare not say
As the old school house
Still stands today

Helen M Valentina (c ) 2020

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to The Old School-House

  1. Whenever I see an old schoolhouse I have the same reaction. Super poem. Thanks, Helen.

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