The ghost garden gilroy California

by Jack sorenson
(Gilroy California )

The ghost in the garden, crept into, Jacks home in gilroy California one day
They like what they saw, and smelled from the kitchen cooking,
So they stayed for the night, on old Hollows eve

Cracks twigs, as the ghost, treads no more further
On the outside, in the cold,
Lighted, by the full moon, now encased, by fantasy lighting

They were safety hidden, inside the walls, of the condos rooms tucked neatly away, hearing only faint laughter, when the last, of the family, had fell asleep, for the night

Shuffles wind swept leaves blew up against the wooden doors and old wooden class frames
Of Jacks little condo, as the doors were closed, for the night
But, it’s not too fear, that’s when the ghost came out to play inside,

They danced, and dined inside, all night, till dawn came to light,

As the filtered moonlight entered thought-out the cracks,
The ghost in the garden, missed their friends lock away inside, Jacks little home

Snaps back ghost heads, and arms, as they floated to the windows,
The ramble less tapping, on the glass doors
For their ghost buddy’s to come out to play
Nevertheless they could not,
Dream temples were created to this horrible end
Hopelessness grim at bests, appeared into the window back,

The magical words were spoken,
But, the spell was broken,
The wind blew the words away

By the clutch of windowless the magical
Words could not be heard,
Many hastily ghostly, thoughts came forward
From the stressed of the ghost on the out side
Ideas, was surly now blinded by coming daylight,
Now had, no escaped,the ghost while in Jacks little condo
In gilroy California the ghost looked for help to those out side in the garden

Of many days after, laughter was heard in the walls
Trickling tears came, now with many that cried
As, the ghost missed there outdoors friends

Like Moonlight dreams,
On Wet, Weeds, the tear stains
Still showed, on the wall paper them in clocked, were they the very last,

That had hid themselves, cloaked by the night
To be seen never more,one may have thought
But, only heard there many cries from the outside friends,
When jack awaken to see his new acuponnts
smiles came to many of there faces, when they saw jack was dellited
To have them in his new home the little condo in gilroy California

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