There was an old house in Port Adelaide
With a return veranda as it was made
On the northern end of the veranda sight
There was an old swing for a warm night
It was said in the evening seated on the seat
A lady in a summer dress sat looking neat
But you see the story I heard from the town
Was she had died when the Spanish flu was around
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder if she still haunts the place. Good ink