Around That House Poem by James McLain

as children, we heard about the house,
we walked by every day, many of the
kids we went to the first and second
grade with we never saw again.
we did not think it strange, that the families
were still there, we were just kids.
in the ninth grade we went in Becky, Donna and me,
it was dark it was expected it was the strange
smell that made the hairs start to rise.
running out i looked down into the corner, i thought
i saw your face.i had not seen you since the second grade,
except for the missing pants and shirt, you looked the same to me.