You can hear the ghosts of the past here
Children laughing
Orders being made
Conversations by grown ups

Mold and dust have covered it now
Boarded windows and doors
A depressing place
Where childhood was

There is where the bench was
Which that statue of Ranold sat
How many pictures did I take of my kids sitting there with him

There is the playground
Fallen down now
But the memories of my kids playing is still strong

The tables and chairs broken
Pieces scattered every which way

This place
Once so happy
Once so bright
Now
Just rotting and decay

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