Children playing are seldom seen <br />On the barren moors remoted greens, <br />And each night a chilling scream <br />Wakes a mother from a haunted dream. <br /> <br />A voice, a child, the lost boys' bones <br />Whisper in the darkness all alone: <br />'I want my mummy, I want to go home, <br />I'm scared of the dark and the moors are cold' <br /> <br />Never to be found, forever to sleep <br />Alone on the moors a lost boy weeps<br /><br />Floyd Zimmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-still-grieves/
