The echos run from the cellar
Pass through wood and brick
Mortar and strong Yorkshire stone

 

Touch the phantoms chatting in the lounge
The ghosts passing on the stairway
The spectres, ever astir, in the upper rooms

 

Over a century
Of living, breathing
Vibrant souls
Nest with me here
As shadows.

 

A distant but distinct trail
Of life and love
Passion and hate
Excitement and grief
Entwines.

 

The space is shared;
The thread unbroken

 

No haunting
No visitation
No fear

 

Just heritage
to value