The Lamppost [POEM]

It is so easy to follow

someone else's footsteps...

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The Lamppost

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Photographer: Landon Martin

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There is a lamppost in my town

That only works just once a year,

A bit old, kind of rusty, though

It never failed to do its work,

Again, it flickered into life,

Signalling now of what will come,

It's like a ghost light, luring prey

Into the realm of dark abyss,

Besides the lamp, a wooden bench

That scares whoever sits on it,

I hid my fear and sat on it,

Waiting and waiting and waiting,

There is a lamppost in my town

That only works just once a year,

And for every time it does work,

It's said to bring old misfortunes,

The eerie light's rather calming,

It soothes and heals and relaxes

All of my worries I have now,

Replaced with happy thoughts and dreams,

Besides the lamp, a wooden bench

That was once said to be haunted

By a woman, scorned all because

Of rumours and lies that were spread,

There is a lamppost in my town

That says to beckon all the ghosts,

But I've yet to confirm this tale

That may have been false after all,

I was ed by an old lady,

Ah, the granny just down the lane,

She sat besides me, by the bench,

And told me of stories unheard,

Captivating, mysterious,

All of these stories that she told,

I wanted more, to hear them more,

So she invited me for tea,

I left behind the old lamppost

As well as the old haunted bench,

I went and followed granny dear

to her home for idle chatter,

And that was the end of the story,

The final words in this old journal,

Grandma said they found grandpa's notebook

By the lamp post, a few steps away,

I went to visit this fabled place

Where they said was haunted by a ghost,

I took a seat at the wooden bench,

The last place my grandfather was seen,

Not long after, an old granny came,

Oh, she's the one that lives down the lane,

She told me she knew of my sad tale,

And that she was willing to tell me,

Captivated by stories unknown,

I felt excitement— she knew granddad!

She asked if I could come to her home,

And without a doubt, I replied yes!

So I left behind the old lamppost

As well as the so-called haunted bench,

I went ahead to follow granny

into her home for idle chatter.

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BG Photographer: Rythik