A Ghost Story
Around the campfire, tired, no…worn-out
Anticipating a good night’s rest as a scout,
Our leader insisted that we listen intent
Before heading back to our awaiting tent.
We poked at the fire; we could vaguely hear
Sounds from a cemetery not so very near,
And the howl of a wolf, at least, we thought
As he spoke of a war battle near here fought.
As his story unfolded I could see in the glen
Battalions of soldiers, at least a hundred men
All dressed in white and strangely heavenly,
He said they appear each summer eternally.
According to the story, I swear it was true,
But as a brave scout, I knew not to boo-hoo.
[5 – A Ghost Story]
Written July 16, 2022
Submitted to “One in Five 2 Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Joseph May
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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