ghostly footfalls

Falstaff · Jan 23, 2005, 02:47 PM

matted grass covers gray flagstones on the forgotten path.

gnarled branches and twisted vines choke the light from the soft meadow floor.

silent footfall of spirits long buried and long past

who wait for the flowers and the love ones that cannot come anymore.

rotten wooden fence collapses slowly and disappears.

into the dark green shroud of scrub oak and juniper along the rutted trail.

I emerge into the tiny plot of the old homestead cemetary and feel a twinge of fear.

the breeze blows past the tumbled and broken gravestones and the withered bushes with leaves so pale.

I was not invited and my camera feels so heavy in my shaking hand

The west wind seems to push the shadows a little further towards the place where I stand...

in the broken window of the homestead house I nearly see the reflection of a man.

it isnt me and I have trespassed upon something sacred and I understand..

here lies those that have returned to the earth and I leave them there.....to let them make silent ghostly footfalls in the grass and sand..

riles9262 · Jan 23, 2005, 07:07 PM

interesting...I like it

Did you write that jeff?

Falstaff · Jan 23, 2005, 08:12 PM

yes I did, I enjoy poetry, but I want to communicate how I felt...thanx

riles9262 · Jan 25, 2005, 01:43 AM

No problem, keep the goods coming man.

Jan 23, 2005, 02:47 PM	#1
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	ghostly footfalls matted grass covers gray flagstones on the forgotten path. gnarled branches and twisted vines choke the light from the soft meadow floor. silent footfall of spirits long buried and long past who wait for the flowers and the love ones that cannot come anymore. rotten wooden fence collapses slowly and disappears. into the dark green shroud of scrub oak and juniper along the rutted trail. I emerge into the tiny plot of the old homestead cemetary and feel a twinge of fear. the breeze blows past the tumbled and broken gravestones and the withered bushes with leaves so pale. I was not invited and my camera feels so heavy in my shaking hand The west wind seems to push the shadows a little further towards the place where I stand... in the broken window of the homestead house I nearly see the reflection of a man. it isnt me and I have trespassed upon something sacred and I understand.. here lies those that have returned to the earth and I leave them there.....to let them make silent ghostly footfalls in the grass and sand.. __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Jan 23, 2005, 07:07 PM	#2
riles9262 Driverheaven brewmaster Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: British Columbia, Canada Posts: 4,842 Rep Power: 72 System Specs	interesting...I like it Did you write that jeff? __________________ A beer a day keeps the doctor away.

Jan 23, 2005, 08:12 PM	Thread Starter #3
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	yes I did, I enjoy poetry, but I want to communicate how I felt...thanx __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Jan 25, 2005, 01:43 AM	#4
riles9262 Driverheaven brewmaster Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: British Columbia, Canada Posts: 4,842 Rep Power: 72 System Specs	No problem, keep the goods coming man. __________________ A beer a day keeps the doctor away.