There is a lore in Ballston Spa, about the missing body of Eliza Hoffman Walsh. A vault stands in the cemetery remains empty with only evidence of a missing body and wandering spirit.
Local writers of Ballston Spa were challenged to write. The reading was today. Here is my contribution:
Hush-sh-sh-sh, hush-sh-sh, hush-sh-sh-sh
A peaceful wind gently rustles through the grass,
Bringing whispers on the blades
Darkness encompasses the tall stones
Resting on the smaller stones
Shadows restless waiting for dusk lingers,
Baiting the spirits
Eliza wakes and roams, reaching for Edward
Bathing in the moonlight,
Roaming in the grounds
Her white dress drapes over the blades of grass
Leading spectators away,
Hiding from the wandering eyes of infrared light and flickering shutters
Pouting and wailing, while searching
Searching for peace
Longing for eternity
Gazing upon the waters, drenched in reflections
Of trees and sky, and the brilliant moon.
Darkness casts the light as she moves along the tips of the water
Desires to rest
Desires for eternal peace
Giveth O’ Lord eternal peace
Eternal harmony
Eternal spirituality
Sh-sh-sh-sh