Thread: A collection of poetry by Haunted Horseman

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H.H. this is the first time I am reading these. You are truly blessed with a gift. you should really look into publishing these poems.
Laurie, thanks for posting them to begin with I am really enjoying them. That last one really had me captured.

I just wandered in here, a section of the site I don't visit and I'm so happy I found this thread. Oh the feeling these poems instill in a person....they are just wonderful! Truly should be published. What a great talent you have sir!

Muffy

What excellant work, HH, loved them, it is esay to get caught up in them, completely. You have a great talent there, sir!!

I sat here reading these works, and I kept thinking, "It needs to be a book." I especially loved the March of the Skeletons. Excellent work, HH.

I'd like to humbly thank everyone for the kind words. I'm hoping for some new inspiration soon.

The Patriot's Well
By Haunted Horseman


In a simpler time he carved on through his day;
Through oak and pine to earn an honest day’s pay.

But the winds of change did sweep through his realm;
As the spirit of freedom took a nation's helm.

He'd do his part to aid this great and noble cause;
In spite of the risk of defying royal laws.

He went to work, sweat and toil both long days and night;
The fruit of which enabled an army's flight.

His seaworthy creations would provide the crucial means;
For a nation's father to leave the New York scenes.

But fate would deal him a hand most cruel;
As his Tory neighbors sought to impose British rule.

In the dark of night, masked figures did come;
Filled with hollow courage, fueled by beer, gin and rum.

They took him from his bed in the cold and rainy night;
To an abandoned well on the outskirts, out of sight.

It happened very quick, before they lost their thin nerve;
A cold heartless end, a man of honor did not deserve.

One scream of horror, as his body fell;
To a watery grave, a story all swore not to tell.

But victims of evil, spirits often won't rest;
The carpenters ghost would rise to put vengeance to the test.

One by one, the conspirators would fall;
Untimely, unexplained deaths cursed the families of all.

Each night at twelve, the wraith's presence did walk;
Until justice was served, the land of freedom, he'd stalk.

Two centuries pasted like the blink of an eye;
Before the task was complete and all the bloodlines died.

But some still say, the ghost can rarely be seen;
Crafting his wood, fashioning boats, to aid liberty's dream.

So should your paths cross, don't fear run or yell;
You've simply encountered the ghost of the Patriot's Well.

What a richly detailed poem its story absorbed me and of course its patriotic theme rang true throughout. Well done!!!! It is to long between your masterpieces my friend...

Thank you Spookyboo, you're too kind. I'm going to make a concerted effort to come up with some new material. I can feel the season coming.

Ahhhhhhhh.... ... welcome back, and thank you for another addition to treasure, HH. I can see why you need some time in between your poems, because all of them are filled with such life and emotion--I imagine it takes a lot of energy to write one...this one is every bit as wonderful as all the rest, I love it!!!

Thanks Laurie. It certainly does take a lot of me. But I must say, it brings a smile to my face and warms my heart when I hear that good friends enjoy my creations. Pretty selfish reasons...huh????