The Ghost Ship
By Callum B
Published 28 September 2022
My pirate ship upon a sea of dead leaves and crumbled debris as I cross the sea with my crew of 50
240 legs that creep around as we gaze upon the deck to find a crewmate move as tiny as a thread I dash across the rickety bridge on the way to rest good times I had but my ship and crewmates are at rest
And for all the times I loved the most shall never be again, oh how I wish my ship was with me it holds my memories that make me happy but after all the mess you're no longer with me from the day of my birth to when I was ten the best memories I had were then