Ghost Story

• Albin George, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

There was once a girl named Nylehood
Who died beside a hardwood
She got exterminated by an atrocious
Who slaughtered her till she was cadaverous
He placed the body beside a tree
And now she was a ghost as unusual as one can be.

The rayless night had a misty full moon
And there was the ghost waiting for a car to stop soon
Poor Nylehood walks a mile to get a ride
But disappears out of nowhere when the car passes the tree