Ghost TrainA Poem by David Lewis PagetWe
were off to visit the Carnival, Me,
George and Julie Anne, George
was our mother’s boyfriend, (Though
in fact, he was a man!) I
was seven and Julie six And
our Mum waved us goodbye, She
said she had some shopping to do Told
Julie not to cry! George
looked up to the heavens with His
fake, long-suffering grin, For
Julie cried a helluva lot, She
couldn’t keep it in, He
took us down on the bus that night There
wasn’t room to park, The
evening stars were coming out It
was getting kinda dark. We
saw the lights of the Carnival And
Julie’s face lit up, There
were lots of rides and coconut shies And
Julie rode in a duck, While
George and I on the rifle range Picked
off some metal bears, That
raced across at the back, stood up, Then
fell to the pellets there. There
were clowns and men with megaphones, And
Chili Dogs with cheese, And
plenty of fluffy candy floss That
Julie stuck to her knees, There
was soda pop at this little shop And
we ate and drank our fill, While
George went up on a flying fox And
he said: ‘Now you be still!’ The
evening mist came down at last And
George said we should go, For
Julie Anne was ready for bed But
I said, ‘Can’t we go?’ I
pointed over the other side Where
a stall was draped in black, With
a skeleton painted on the front Near
a man with a bowler hat. The
sign had said ‘The Ghost Train’ And
it looked all creepy, too, With
little cars that rumbled along With
room on them for two, So
George went over and paid the man Who
gave us an awful leer, Said,
‘Come on kids, here’s an empty one, We
can sit you both down here.’ So
I sat me down on the outside Julie
Anne was next to me, The
car jerked once, then rumbled off Through
a curtain, I said ‘Wheee!’ We
travelled into the darkness With
the odd red flashing light, A
spider brushed against Julie’s cheek And
she screamed in a sudden fright. A
skeleton stuck out its bony arm And
it made a horrible sound, Much
like the scream of a banshee Then
a monster spun it around, Its
head revolved on its shoulders And
its teeth were yellow and red, As
a witch on a broomstick flew at us And
sailed right over my head. I
think I must have been more than pale As
the train passed ghosts and lights, And
creepy-crawly horror things That
would give you an instant fright, We
went through a darkened spider den It
was then that I looked around, No
Julie Anne, just an empty seat As
the car went thundering down. I
called and called for Julie Anne But
I couldn’t hear her scream, Only
the weird and ghostly sounds As
that train passed by in a dream, But
then it parted the curtain and I
found myself in the air, With
George just standing there startled Running
his fingers through his hair. ‘What
have you done with Julie Anne?’ He
shook me, made me sick, ‘She
disappeared in the tunnel there, It
must be a Ghost Train trick!’ Then
George looked round for the barker, For
the man in the bowler hat, But
the man had gone, and the lights went down And
the car sat, still on the track. ‘Your
mother will kill me,’ George had cried As
he dived through the curtain there, I
followed him in, I wouldn’t be left With
the crazies at the Fair, We
stumbled over the rails, and fought The
cobwebs and the freaks, With
George still calling out ‘Julie Anne!’ In
a voice that sounded bleak. We
went right through, saw nobody, And
stood in a sweat outside, When
suddenly there was a rumbling From
a car that was still inside, The
curtain parted, the car came out With
a woman as old as Pan, She
staggered up with a walking stick And
she cried: ‘I’m Julie Anne!’ David
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