Ghost in gilroy California

by Jack sorenson
(Gilroy California )



The ghost in the garden, crept into, Jacks new home
On one fine foggy rainy day,
They like what they saw, and smelled from the kitchen cooking,

It happen to be so pleasing to their noses and their many wide eyes
So they stayed for the night, on old Hollows eve
Enjoying the new home of jack and his cat owned

The ghost found love and warmth to the touch
the many new delights,to indour
To tast and to behold the decor
The lights were on bright some much could be seen
And could be touched

Cracks twigs, as the ghost, treads no more further
On the outside, in the cold,to never be apart
Of their friends while seeing them,inside

Having fun on the other side of the window
Lighted, by the full moon, now encased, by fantasy lighting
The decorations inside look egeilent to there eyes,

They were safety hidden, inside the walls, of the home
tucked neatly away, hearing only faint laughter,
From were jack was watching his t.v

Only then when the last, of the shows gotten over
And jack and his cat had,started to lock up the house
The new ghost had their first night,coming
Greatly rewarded as they finally had made it to be on the inside

Shuffles wind swept leaves blew up against the wooden doors
And the ghost outside new their friends,
We’re locked inside for the night,
and as old wooden class frames now dulled,as the light inside,
We’re being turn out,for the long night ahead
From within the house of Jacks and his cats new house
as the doors were closed, and locked for the night
But, it’s not too fear, that’s when the ghost came out to play inside,
They danced, and dined all of the night,
all night, till dawn came to light,in Jacks new house

As the filtered moonlight entered thought-out the cracks,
The ghost in the garden, missed their friends lock away inside, Jacks and his cats House

Snaps back ghost heads, and arms, as they floated to the windows,deemed
The ramble less tapping, on the glass doors,to their friends
For their ghost buddy’s to come out to play in the garden,
Dream temples were created to them on other side of the glass
A horrible end may be if caught for their old friends
On the inside of Jacks and his cats new house

Hopelessness grim at bests, appeared into the window back,
The magical words were spoken,but the nightly wind,
Happen to have blown the sound far away
But, the spell was broken, it was not heard by
Friends now locked inside

By the clutch of windowless the magical
Words could not be heard,
Many hastily ghostly, thoughts came forward,to fear the grim

From the stressed of the ghost on the out side
Ideas, was surly now blinded by coming daylight,
Now had, no escaped, Jacks home in the West side of town

Of many days after, laughter was heard in the walls
Trickling tears came, now with many that cried,from outside
And thoes that are remembered
As, the ghost missed there outdoors friends
That have been having fun on the inside

Like Moonlight dreams,
On Wet, Weeds, the tear stains of the garden ghost
Still showed, on the stain glass curtains,
That had hid themselves, cloaked by the night,now
To be seen never more,
But, only heard there many cries from the outside friends,
For their dreams of being inside was to grand to worry
About being cold and lonely on the outside to behold a home
To be loved and cared for and never again to be left on the outside

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