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The Old Graveyard
By: Kurtis Primm

There is an old graveyard
I always walk by
Where others before me
Have died and now lie.

And when I walk by it
It gives me the creeps
To know that one day
It’s there that I’ll sleep.

Sometimes I see shadows
And I often hear sounds
Could it be coming from those
Buried deep underground?

I walked past one evening
It was quite late at night
I could see them there standing
A trick of the light?

I saw one approach
With it’s pale outstretched hand
And it beckoned to join it
So I turned and I ran.

Now I’ll never walk past
That old graveyard again
Cause I’m scared
I may never be heard from again.

The old graveyard’s still there
And I know in my mind
That the dead are there waiting
Just biding their time.

So if you walk past
And you hear the wind moan
It may not be the wind
But them calling you home.