THE HAUNTED COAST
The Boilers of "The Barnhill",take a stand,
As monuments,on Captivated sand.
The haunted pebbles reveal their twenties past,
For in the twilight,upon the marsh,
The ghosts,of Irene and Emily,can be seen,too pass!
Through the Kissing-gate, - I walk,
Down the "Blue-Flower",strewn path, - to the pond that feeds,the moat,
And in the still of air,-I breathe,
The Phantom Drummer,beats "Retreat!"
And when "Tall Ships",once past this way,
As sailors carried Booty,from Ship, - to dray,
They say, there's a tunnel that reaches far,
From Wartling Church,to a Boreham-Street Bar!
And in The Gatehouse,on the Priory,
The Grey-Lady,drifts on Candle-light,
And on The Downs,and surrounding Valleys,
The last rays of Sunlight,-pass upon the night!