Tuesday, January 22, 2008

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Alone in the building of red bricks
I pretend there are ghosts outside my window-
Even when there are children walking,
There are ghosts between them-
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Robert Rorabeck
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Katherine Wiley 22 January 2008

Bret-this is a very good poem, and a wonderful description of a ghost town, which many of our small towns turn into, especially boom towns after the boom is over. I love the ghosts that haunt its streets and red brick buildings. The tone of the poem is sad, with the interstate highway going over the town and demolishing it. You have captured a good atmosphere with great rhythm and rhyme. Excellent work. Kate

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