The water beneath the bridge
flows smooth and clear.
The town is quiet.
The people are happy.
It is time for bed,
Where dreams will be happy ones.
The bridge gives a soft sigh
Of relief and happiness
Before it settles down for the night.
THE BRIDGE SIGHS
SUSANNE LEIST 
A story in a haunted museum would work for me. Thanks for reading my meanderings. Susanne
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You must love haunted houses. I had to put one of those in my book. Did you read my earlier post about the piano in the deserted house? When I first saw the picture of the piano, I actually felt bad for it and had to write about it.
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I’m not too keen on Haunted Houses but I did write a poem called A Building at Rest back in 2012. I work for a museum and many of my co-workers say certain sections of the museum are haunted. There are some galleries especially the Egyptian Wing which give me the creeps!! I will Look for your Piano poem. Sounds like another great read!
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I Love the idea of personification. I believe objects such as buildings, ships, bridges and other objects can record the past and play it back. Places that see extensive human contact over a period of time absorb those experiences and energies which become recordings caught in time and space. Memories that waiting for the play button to be pressed.
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great passage http://writehere.com/post/141001-17/promises
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Thank you, Susanne
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