A Mysterious Evening In Holland Poem by joe hirsch

It was a dark and stormy night in Holland. We took shelter in old a mil just south Amsterdam. The thunder rolled across autumn sky. We explored the mill and we walked into the little room and saw a sign dated 1855 Holland Mill Company. We could smell the ink and hear the lost voices of the people who worked here in the past. The wind grew loud like a freight train. We sleep our sleeping bags upstairs on the cool wooden floor. I looked to my friends and I said what a day. They all said yes and the other people with us concurred as well. We heard stories of the old mil. Strange happenings have occurred at the old mill and also allot of weird noises around the mill. My friends all looked at me and they were eager to investigate the old mill. We all tired to get some rest, but we couldn’t. We saw this shadow walk across the room and my friends. Andrew nudge me and said look Joe it is a ghost. I walked over and asked his name, but he vanished into the night like, smoke on a sunny day. Going back to bed and trying to forget about stranger visit and I tried to think of happy things and than a huge crash a woke me to my feet. Kate was screaming and her war faced never looked more real in my life. Sure I seen few war faces in my life and I have seen people go nuts, but old Kate looked a solider ready for the kill. I said dear old Kate what is wrong. She said look with quivered lip. Sure enough I looked and it was the grim reaper with siphon. I said howdy how ya are. He walked over and said hi Joe hasn’t talked ya in while.” Yes “he said, I have been busy with this economy I see my friend. Kate meets the catcher’s souls. With a bewildered look she shook his hand. He said somebody in Holland feel off their roof trying to take off there satellite dish. Go figure he said. Yes I know people trying to save a buck. I heard you were in town so I stopped by and talked a little more. Kate and I snuggled for the rest of the night. Gee my girl friend really is going to get me this April fool’s day next I thought about. We fell asleep around 9 am and at the stroke of midnight I awoke to another sound. Andrew comes running down the stairs and says Joe my girl friend alliy is missing. I got on my cell phone and called Adrian my partner and I phoned him. He came by fighter jet and was parachuted in. him and I went out looking for her and there raining was coming down like mad in a golfing range. We hiked about 20 miles and we found her at the super market buying chunky monkey ice cream. We said alliy we are so are happy to see you and we called Andrew and he was overly thrilled to here of that. Andrew had now joined the quest for the secret of the mill and as all slept peacefully, I again woke to the sound of footsteps on the floor. I gulped and I said oh my heavens. There was this guy with one hand and saying something about where’s my coffee. I walked over and told him 30 miles east is the coffee shop and so he walked into the night like a stranger in the night. Boy 3 is I got to get some sleep and so I did. We slept through the night and the storm parted to sunny skies. We explored the rest of the mill and we found a note. It said here lies the parted souls of the Holland mill company and if shall met them in the middle of story nights remember what they did and how they helped millions of people get the knowledge of life. We smiled knowing we had found the secret of the old in Holland. We hiked back to the car and drove to the airport. As the plane raced the run way like jaguar, I thought of that trip and how it touched my life and how made think of life. The plane banked over west Holland and the sun set. I smiled and thought of my friends and our wonderful time. I feel a sleep thinking of the next adventure with my pals.