The Stone Wall is a spooky Halloween poem about a young man who goes to the local cemetery in hopes of seeing a ghost.
I went down to the graveyard
And sat on an old stone wall;
â€œIf ghosts really exist,â€ I thought,
â€œI’ll see them, once and for all.â€
The night was dark, the moon was full,
The wind blew through the trees.
Down in the village the clock struck twelve
But no ghosts did I see.
A man passed by, a pale-faced man,
He paused by a sunken mound.
“Aren’t you scared of the ghosts?” he asked,
“I’ve heard they walk around…”
I told him all about ghosts and ghouls
And grisly things that crawl.
I told him of things I had never seen,
Sitting on that graveyard wall.
And as I spoke, the moon grew dim,
An eerie mist appeared,
And all at once I realized,
The man had disappeared.
I lost a slipper as I fled â€•
And bumped against a post,
But nevertheless I knew that I
Had finally seen a ghost.
If you go down to the graveyard,
And sit on that old stone wall,
Talk about things you’ve never seen
And then you’ll see them all.