"The Ghost of Burnie Park"

Here is a recent poem I read entitled 'The Ghost of Burnie Park':

The moon was lost on Clovelly Bay

As the Clipper was dashed on the rocks

Though she swam and clambered

Through the seaweed and waves-

She knew all onboard had been lost.

As she staggered through bushland

A clearing appeared-

Sweet peace, as she fell, in the rain.

As her spirit emerged, and quickly

observed.

It was here- they would always

remain.

Thus, her ghostly image, seldom

 seen

With long amber curls and a face

so serene

Dressed in blue velvet gown and

golden headbands

Now resides in the gumtrees of

Burnie's bushlands

Her warm ghostly spirit is still truly

there

Although I have no proof-

Though Tuesday night last- as midnight arrived

She lay smiling, contented-

On the kindergarten roof.

Should we give her a name-

Or leave all- unexplained?

Leslie Cox