Old Ghosts Gather: A Poem

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Old Ghosts Gather

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Old ghosts gather in my room,
Weaving close upon their looms,
And a throng about the doors,
From the brackland, from the moors,
On their trails the boundary through,
Press their troops into my view.

Thrice around the house they march,
Through the birches, through the larch,
And …