The Groan Poem by Paul Warren

You'd tip toe past the house on the hill
Not making a noise or standing still
It had been there for as long as anyone knew
Without an occupant living there too

On this day it just didn't look right at all
The front door was open and he could hear someone call
It was more of a groan so to speak
Startling though it was and so complete

But I was scared and ran away
Without looking back as my fear held sway
And I didn't come back for a week
On a day quite so dark and very bleak

I heard it again in just a groan
And I looked around but the sound was gone
It became a ritual after school
Becoming for me a kind of rule

Sometimes I'd here the groan again
Not very loud I got used to the noise it did send
But I never was able to find the sound
Just a memory of childhood that stuck around.

© Paul Warren Poetry