Ghost Town

Silence echoes loudly here,
From this town can come no gain,
But when the living disturb the air,
Days long gone are lived again.

Sounds now fill the empty streets -
A barking dog, a creaky gate.
And little children keep the beat,
With “Dying, crying, concentrate!”

You step lightly, but still they hear.
You’ve woken them; that’s what they hate.
On every corner, they appear.
Watching, waiting, for you to faint.

It slumbers now, the old ghost town.
The spectres resigned to their fate.
But of a night, you can still hear:
“Dying, crying, concentrate!”

FOLLOW US was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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