Poem: “Holy… GHOST in the GRAVEYARD”

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It’s Friday night
Of the fourth week of school
A bit of a nip
Beginning to cool.

After supper
In the night
It’s “Ghost in the graveyard”
Children take flight!

They run round corners
Of neighbors’ homes
Hide behind cars
With duct-taped chromes.

Quiet brown
Crackling leaves breeze
They all crouch down
Then an allergy sneeze.

From concrete driveways
Up jump the dead
To the seven porch steps
The living have fled.

Where to the top
They climb to be free
Like the seven sacraments
Are steps up to Thee!

Hilary McRee Flanery

Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.

"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"

Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.

The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.