The Ghastly Garden
'Liverpool are on the ball Riise,
Babel, knocked to Gerrard,
Lobbed to Foster who shoots...
GOAL!!!'
The ball went over the fence,
Into the neighbour's garden,
A dead man's garden
And I was the one to get it.
I climbed up the gate,
The gate of the dead man's garden,
Gripped a hold of the fence
And past the box of nails.
The garden stood as still as a statue.
The only life was the big tree staring at me.
The gnome that once stood there lay shattered to the ground.
When I heard a bird squawk I began to look around.
When I heard a ghostly moan,
I turned around
And beneath the tree was my football
The football I had found.
And as I went to get it,
I heard a dead man's laugh.
As I picked up the ball,
The tree turned white And I heard a voice call...
But the dream was over too soon.
At the blink of an eye I was in my room,
The dream I couldn't resume.
The sun was rising
Ciaran Foster