The Campfire
THE CAMPFIRE
Throughout all the worlds in days of olde
Around the campfire legends were told
From the sinking of galleons in various seas
That were laden with treasure and un found for years
To the Dutchman’s reef through word is told
Believed to be illusive and full of gold
Where many have searched and looked to gain
But perished through hardship in the unforgiving terrain
And through the flickering flames that danced at night
Captured was the soul in sheer delight
And the worries of the world were solved by some
Through the bottom of a tankard once filled with rum
And bathed in warmth from heat and ale
Stories became legend amidst myth and tale
wrapped in warmth against the cold
Around the camp fire these tales are told
Of bravery and deeds renown
And ghostly beings that roamed faraway towns
Like the ghost that sat at Fisherman’s Bend
Pointing to the creek where his life did end
Around the campfire bathed in warmth and light
All manner of tales are shared through the night
Copyright © Ingrid Pegram | Year Posted 2019
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