Jottings from the Local Yokel

Oi’m only a country bumpkin, but I’ve lived for many a year,

And I’ve had a few thoughts about this place, so I’ve written down some of them here.

The apparition floats across from church yard dark, towards Well Lane,

And when its ghostly journey’s done, it plodeth off back home again –

to haunt the pretty cottage thatched,   for ‘twas from there the soul dispatched.

The cottage window must be left ajar to let the spirit through.

Legend do say “If it be shut that ‘phantom being’ moans at you. 

Disturbing presence fills the air,   in the small room above the stair.”

Well, wouldn’t you, if you were dead, and stuck somewhere in time and space,

Get mean and grumpy if denied free passage to your haunting place?

What does it seek?  Perhaps it has a yearning to past life regain,

Who is this soul destined to roam across High Road and back again?

There’s many things we do not know,   and many things we cannot see,

There’s country yarns,  and folklore tales,

Believe them?   Well, that’s up to thee.

Local Yokel    © 2009