Deerfield’s Ghosts
Wandered into a cemetery surrounded by a stone wall hidden in the deep wood The cold winter’s wind calling the shadows and whispering my name Air weighted with sadness as tombs of sorrow beckoned like a house so empty I stood alone, waiting as voices of the lost washed me in time’s tempest My hands embraced each soul as I traced those crumbling stones placed … Continue reading Deerfield’s Ghosts