It’s easy even now to imagine that’s where ghosts reside.
That eerie feeling I well remember, lasted all the night.
Grannie came to say “sleep tight”.”We’re not afraid!” We lied
When she asked us to talk about the war we loved to wage.
We imagined there were demons from whom we must be saved.
Playing in amongst the rhododendrons along the paths we made,
“Be brave and strong! Be the first!” Never could lose face!
We would play all day and at the end try and hide from nurse.
It always was the sound of bells ringing in the church
That told us ‘Now game’s over’ for better or for worse.
One fine day at the end of play Jenny found she had no purse.
Searching in the dark, though full of fears of going back,
We lost our childish terrors of ghosts and all of that.