The ghost are everywhere. I see them under trees. In gardens and ice cream parlors. Going home after all the passing years It is a haunted place yet it will always be home. The small English town Lichen covered stone everywhere. Even the cobbled streets remain. Shining wet in the ever present rain. Between the faded old fashioned shops on either side of the street. A church clock strikes three. As children jump from the village school steps. Like a soul returning to heaven. I see a boy with his scruffy dog. They are happier than billionaires. The dog reminds me of my boyhood pet. A scruffy mongrel running happily with an even scruffier boy. It is only another ghost. But I think it is me.
jude was born and raised in England but has lived in Canada for many years. whenever I visit England. I get these emotions. and for some silly reason. still say I am going home. smiles Jude