Overlooking the mountain town of Hayesville,an Old Jail Museum holds
secrets of the past.
When Molly turns off the lights,
ghosts creep from old cells
and lurk at night.
Drunks turned over the stove,
coals clinked down the stairs.
A little girl released
the inmates, gave them meals
in the sheriff's kitchen.
Her dad arrested them again.
Yonder on the town square,
fire caught on a maple tree,
the crowd gathered for a hanging.
Grieved by the wind,
the wandering spirit
climbs the creaking steps.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
This poem appeared in SIMPLICITY, a collection of prose and poetry about Clay County, NC.
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