Second Place Winner Newbies are the Judge 12-2015 |
Christmas past haunts like a ghost They are the ones I love most Memories of days now gone by Memories of lives now on high. How I treasure each ghost so Someday where they are I too will go The road traveled by all men The road from which we do not return again. The ghosts of Christmas past dwell in my heart These ghosts in my life were once a part How I treasure each memory How I wish their lives could be! Love those whom you hold dear To being ghosts we all are near! Second Place Winner! Newbies are the Judge 12/2015 |