Haunted Poem by Kevin Cowdall

There is something haunted
about an abandoned schoolyard.

Distant shouts and cries
echo faintly in the ears;

the ringing voices of countless
boisterous children at play.

Cavorting figures flit around
the periphery of the eye's vision.

Sudden shadows appear to glide
past broken and grimy windows -

indistinct ghosts that one
cannot quite catch in the act.

Standing all alone,
surrounded by memories.

There is something haunted
about an abandoned schoolyard.