I wrote this poem this year for the annual village Burns supper, it went down great with the locals and later in the evening people could be heard walking round saying hello to the “ghost”.
THE GHOST OF DALAVICH
I begin my journey from one place
A fine wee Kirk that’s full of grace
As darkness looms and daylight yields
I wander o’er the darkened fields
Then through the village I will go
In wind and rain or hail or snow
Now and then I stop and ponder
Do they know I’m here? I wonder
My journey comes close to an end
At the village hall just round the bend
This is the place that I like the best
For in this hall, I take my rest
Those little sounds that they will hear
Will let them know that I am near
Each creek of door, each little bump
Is just enough to make them jump
Woe is me, with no rest or sleep
For I forever in this world must creep
No friends have I, no foes to fight
My face is such a dreadful sight
Sadness flows like the river Avich
As here I wonder through Dalavich
Have pity on this lonely Ghost
Tis I who fear you all the most
One more thing before I go
Something that they all should know
No harm to them shall I render here
Just say hello when you think I’m near.
Now if you believe this tale of mine
And you have enjoyed this little rhyme
Shout out hello so loud and clear
To tell the ghost we know he’s here.
©Jeanie 2011
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