Stalked by a ghost and his ghost dog,
ghost dog was trying to catch a frog.
Then they saw me sitting by the tree,
sitting by the tree as pretty as can be.
Ghost comes over and talks to me,
I notice ghost dog has a broken knee.
Ghost dog got hurt,
broke his knee in the dirt.
I just smiled and went on my way
I said “I will catch up with you
later when it is day”
For I know it was all in my imagination
which is of course vivid
with sensation.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier on May 4,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem