Ghosts - The Plain's Cottage Poem by Paul Warren

The dry dusty plain was bathed in late afternoon sun
The limestone walls crumbling and the front verandah done
I stopped my car and walked over to the farm cottage
And it looked as if there hadn't been anyone living there in an age

As I approached the front verandah I saw a brown snake sliver away
And this deadly reptile moving fast made me not want to stay
So I turned away and walked back to where I parked the car
It was the shout from the cottage to turn around and stare

The sun behind the cottage at first made it difficult to see
Leaning against the front verandah post so easily
Was a man dressed in pioneer garb and broad brimmed hat
And the cottage was transformed into a well kept habitat

He slowly raised his right hand to his mouth and let out a coo-eee
Smiling broadly and friendly in the direction of me
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and he disappeared
The cottage fell again to disrepair in a memory to adhere.

© Paul Warren Poetry