You can hear the ghosts of the past here
Children laughing
Orders being made
Conversations by grown ups
Mold and dust have covered it now
Boarded windows and doors
A depressing place
Where childhood was
There is where the bench was
With that statue of Ranoald
How many pictures did I take of my kids sitting there with him
There is the playground
Fallen down now
But the memories of my kids playing is still strong
The tables and chairs broken
Pieces scattered every which way
Look a hamburger stool still intact and whole
Can be seen in the corner
This place
Once so happy
Once so bright
Now
Just rotting and decay