Two old ladies sat in their house <br />down a winding country lane <br />They made some tea then fell asleep <br />and never woke again <br /> <br />Now their ghosts are waiting <br />to befriend you in the night <br />They don't want to hurt or scare you <br />or make you shake with fright <br /> <br />They're lonely there by the fire <br />sitting quietly with their tea <br />They'd love to reach and touch you <br />if only they could see <br /> <br />But there they sit and stir their brew <br />as every night goes by <br />They'll sit and stir and stare <br />and never reason why <br /> <br />So if you come to see them <br />you don't have to be afraid <br />come, sit down beside them <br />and taste the tea they've made <br /> <br />And when you leave their haunted place <br />and lie at night in bed <br />You'll see those ghostly ladies <br />and think on what I've said <br /> <br />So when you make your tea at night <br />and stir your cup of brew <br />Think of the ghosts by the fireside <br />and they will think of you. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Written 6th January 2007<br /><br />Hamilton Macrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghosts-of-inch-parks-croft/
