Ghost

There is a ghost living at my house
and he can be as quiet as a mouse.
but he can be a trickster too
and often likes to drop a shoe.

When is comes to planting time
he hides the seeds so you can't find.

I smell the fires he sometimes starts
And though I search both high and low
There is no fire I can find.
Just the smell of burning logs.

When it comes to evening time
I smell the fire of olden times.





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