Please, I beg you, don’t go out there!
He’s waiting for you in those woods–
A shadowed man upon his horse.
Now, I’ve heard tell, his skull was smashed,
Then up he rose to get revenge.
Oh, I see you don’t believe me.
“Madam,” you say, “you’re telling tales.”
But listen hard; you’ll hear his wails
Ushered by forewarning winds–those
Ghastly sobs from that same bugle,
Legend says, he was murdered with.
Entering those woods insures you’ll
Rest in peace–his fate’ll be yours.
~ Caroline Adele O’Brien
* The Phantom Bugler is said to be in the forests surrounding Forest Grove, Oregon.
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Nice poem and a cool legend.
Thank you, Anita! When my family moved to Forest Grove when I was in High School, I was a bit terrified of that phantom bugler and didn’t go near the woods. Lol!
Nice poem, Caroline. I was also afraid of the Midday Witch, a character in a fairy tale. I’ll be posting a poem about her tomorrow.
very good scary warning and excellent poem, Caroline…enjoyed
Thank you, Richard! 🙂
I like it… What I like is I’m way down here in California and nowhere near those woods. I’d probably end up doing something silly like entering them at night…
Thanks for sharing.
-Jimmy
LOL! That temptation is definitely there. Thank you, James! 🙂