It wasn't a such a cold or a dark eerie night
But the journey was on a schedule so tight
As it was the end of their summer holiday
And back to work it was for both next day
It was a stretch of road next to the sea
When they saw her near the road in a run to flee
So they stopped the car and asked the girl
Why she was running away in such a twirl
She said nothing and started to cry
And sat in the rear seat of their car behind them by
She wouldn't say a thing and so they decided
To take her to the police for her story to be provided
They drove on through the night
Passing the time quietly in a calm so right
They came to the town and drove to the police station
And found the girl had vanished in their exclamation
So they related their story to a local inn-keep
Who nodded and told a tale of grief so complete
A young girl from the town was returning home
Who disappeared and now forever is seen to roam
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very nice poem....the way you expressed it was too nice to read.....