the dead-man pond

 

The dead-man pond

Cleared of trees and bushes

The layered slopes to protect

On soil erosion

The calm water in the sun

The night of silent whisper

On the former mining pond

The dead will not call

In the morning around it

The food court doing business

The chattering of loud noises

The dead-man pond as calm as ever

The pork sellers vehicles park nearby

Once if the drivers forget to pull handbrakes

The cars or lorries may drive into the dead-man pond

There is a possibility to happen with human beings

A new housing scheme developed

A few houses facing the dead-man pond

Will the house-owners see the sad spirits?

Emerging from the former mining pond?

The dead-man pond

The remnant of its heyday of tin mining

Now everything had gone into memories

Leaving only the tin mining ponds