With skilful hands,
Illusionists,
A 'secret' wrapt
in ghostly mists.
A 'Bower' inside the dining hall,
(a Haven made
For one and all),
has missing seats,
They're never there,
but who's to blame?
We all despair!
Is it the trick of
Some Magician?
a Poltergeist
beside the kitchen?
O who will lift
The misty shroud?
so once again
The Madding Crowd
seems far away,
With dulcet tones,
while Children rest
Their weary bones.!.
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 1991
