Ghosts - The Soldier At Fort Largs Poem by Paul Warren

I drew duty on the Police Academy gate
On night shift hoping I would keep awake
So I gathered up my things and went down
To the Control Box and looked around

The Academy was built on the old Fort Largs
And so I started my foot patrol in the Fort yards
As I walked through the Main Gate as I met
Some startled seagulls resting on the parapet

So I looked around in the Fort quadrangle
I saw a figure walking across at an angle
At first I was taken aback as the scarlet uniform
The figure was wearing was not a modern form

He marched to the tunnel door to the west side
That led out to the machine gun nests built to hide
But he didn't stop at the door and just marched through
I stood looking at the door trying to think what to do

I went over to the door and it was locked up tight
The soldier could have not gone in there tonight
So I went back to the Control box and wrote it down
And I sit and wonder about the soldier that I found.

© Paul Warren Poetry