The House On Main Poem by Antonia Nasi

There’s a dark room that sits in the house above on Main
An ancient, beat-up street... once was called Old Brewster’s Lane

It’s cold and it’s musty,
Ancient pictures locked inside…

Of children and their dollies…
These children long since died

Now the townspeople say,
Voices scream at night ‘til dawn…

Some claim they’ve seen a vision…
Of a green ‘ole leprechaun

So this house remains vacant,
No families dare to buy


The house on Main/Old Brewster’s Lane
Where people go to die