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Big or small urban place.  It could be anywhere.
Is it a ghost or ghosts?
Unchain the imagination or calm
the nerves with a smile.

In the mind we find the comfort from
loneliness of a figure lost to the
long, shining eternity. 
Folklore is here and there in the
haunted city. 

Is it haunted or just our over-
extended imaginations for hope,
peace and comfort?  Maybe!

House abound with sights of cold
drafty halls and walls that bleed
a face after the white washed
paint a second time. 

The fort waits in a lost moment.
A unseen movement of the
ramparts.
All over the 13 colonial states we
here of the seen and unseen.

Here the stories told of the haunted
river and lake fascinate the
people for a time. 

Storytellers captivate the people
with simple entertainment lost
in the past. 

We hold to a small part of history.
The old way of the oral tell.
Past you say? Yes, learn from it. The tell.

Passed from generation to generation.

Cemeteries are quiet but
the city seems to be aware
of a life of its own in the
brick, wood and mortar.

Believe in ghosts-no with a
smile. I wont tell though.
Imagination and creation are fine
by me.

Believe in spirits-yes with
a meaning of its own.
Cities bustle in the quiet but
time looses the seen and unseen
for a time in the fastness.

I still like slow time to ponder what
wisdom I know and learn to know.