Ghost Town



Dust and sand

blow through the doors

what was a town

not any more


The land took back

what was before

the yucca grows

the cactus more


Ghosts haunt the halls

their groans implore

their lives returned

still it's ensured


What was before

can't be restored

The town once here

gone evermore.




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Thu 4th Apr 2019 19:46

I always like to read your ghost town stuff - we in the UK can't encounter it first hand so the authentic experience comes through your eyes. Appreciated!


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Don Matthews

Thu 4th Apr 2019 15:46

So good my friend. Perfect rhythm and rhyme

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