'The Haunting Of Westchester Mansion' Poem by Linda Winchell

She haunted the halls of Westchester Mansion
Wandering them each moon lit night.
When one day there came a visitor
That moved in and got a horrible fright.

Not knowing that the Mansion was haunted
By the lady they called, ” Miss Grace”
Now she’s just a floating white of mist
Without a body or a face.

Taken earlier than she had wished for
Taken to an early grave.
No one was able to cure her ills
Even though everyone tried her to save.

So she’s now destine to wander
Searching for her only true of love
He too now gone to his grave
Yet wandering outside Westchester Mansion without form.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009