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Troop 108

As I sit and throw sticks on the fire, And watch as the flames crackle and grow higher. The fire illuminates the shadow of the trees, Giving them an eerie look especially when the limbs are moved by the breeze. They take on a monstrous effect as they move to and fro. Which sets the stage for some scary tales and ghost stories don’t you know. Well the kids were all excited, their eyes were big and bright, Hanging on to every word and anticipating the on coming fright. We told of the headless horsemen and how legend had placed him here, And how he would ride right into camp and threaten everybody there. And as he stood there amongst you the youngest would always disappear, And the only trace would be a pile of bloody bones which usually were found quite near. One of the troop leaders had placed a roll of firecrackers inside a hollow piece of wood. It was tossed into the fire in hopes it would go off when it should. It couldn’t have been more perfect the plan went without a flaw. The explosion caused the kids to holler and scream and cry out for their ma’s. Now they’ve got stories they can tell to friends, About the night they were trapped and nearly met their ends. Goodnight troop 108 as they scurried on into their tents, Ready to face tomorrow and face the main events.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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