Can Howloween Be Far Behind?
“Everything has been passed down through the years
By stories people tell around the campfire;
Stories about God, stories about love,
Stories about both good and evil spirits.”
Andrew Greeley
A moonlit, late night, northwood campfire
Truly captivates one’s imagination and soul
And, tall tales and legends told around them
For me since childhood have never gotten old
There is something both magical and mystical
About the scent of a campfire in the autumn air
There is something, so completely mesmerizing
As into the radiant yellow embers one does stare
As I very recently stoked a late night campfire ever hotter
I soon began recalling many an intriguing old campfire tale
For me, they began as a very young child, at summer camp
And through the years, they have fascinated me without fail
Extremely ancient stories, about shape shifting Ojibwa Shamans
Fascinating tales about Spirit Horses, often spotted here at night
Legends of the cranky Headless Lumberjack, who still wanders
Extremely eerie tales that can conjure up both terror and delight
Then there are many tales about the northwood Werewolves
And many of my very favorites concern the ancient Sasquatch
And the truly eerie Shadow Men who appear in one’s windows
They never speak one single word to anyone - - they just watch
Then there are the eerie tales about the evil blood thirsty Wendigos
The cursed cannibalistic spirits that still roam these northern woods
I’ve been researching these fascinating tales and legends all my life
And for someone like me, each and every one is exceptionally good
And although my spouse eventually begs me to stop telling them,
Thankfully, my faithful old dogs love hearing them again and again
A moonlit, late night, northwood campfire,
Truly captivates one’s imagination and soul;
And, tall tales and legends, told around them,
For me, since childhood, have never gotten old.
©September’s Full Moon 2012, Mr. Ed
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