Arrived!

He arrived early at the remote film location

wooded with a grassy clearing

he could hear voices and laughter not alone

but upon searching was nothing

it was a freezing autumn morning but clear

as the chatter continued very near!

 

Faint outlines of people certain he had seen

darting in grass and through trees

as if a community was actually living here

or was it the rising mist and nature

just waking from the darkness of the night

and his imagination did alight!

 

So tired from getting little sleep to be here

as an extra on a television drama

unusually early crew were normally there

or at least the caterers on site

retreated back to his car felt very exposed

trying hard to stay composed!

 

Checking his watch realised it was only five

could not block out the sounds

light shone in the distance at last not alone

vehicles came and parked near

the large catering truck trundled into sight

much to the young mans delight!

 

Soon was far from alone and also learned

this was the set for a ghost story

based on an event that had happened here

a mass murder at the farmhouse

had he seen their spirits in the early dawn

into their spiritual realm drawn?

 

Throughout that day was always uneasy

but put it out of his mind

until somebody else said they had seen

a child in one of the rooms

another voices in the grounds and trees

an unpleasant smell on the breeze!

 

Filming is still going on with a growing disquiet!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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