Ode to the Ghost of Sam Lord

(Irregular Ode)

While in the air from Indiana to Detroit, I wrote this irregular ode after three days of seeing the city of Indianapolis, its Statues, Motor Speedway, the greatest in the world (heard so much about this motor speedway and watched numerous TV footage on various car racing events there, so had to see the real thing for myself) the Pyramids, a beautifully designed architectural building housing legal offices, and many other places of historical significance in the State of Indiana.

Those familiar with the legend of Sam Lord, the Celtic Bajan Plantation Owner who turned buccaneer should find this poem to be an interesting read...I hope...for Halloween. I know Bajans will be amused and so will you. Watch the video clip:



In Bimshire, the Castle stands on the land;
A Georgian fort, built by a Celtic man
Called Sam, a planter Lord who fooled them all,
With his wild songs, at the buccaneer’s brawl:
Bring me rum and spirits; watch how they fall
Under coconut palms, where lanterns shone,
Beneath dark moon; he cast his spell upon,
The ponderous beat, of the ebbing tide;
His tricks, and gooey treats he hid inside
Long Bay, with Atlantic swells, deep and wide;
With beaming flares, his evil ploy did sway
Sailors to anchor, in faked secured bay.

You know, treasure ships do give me a thrill;
My notions here this night, I must fulfill;
Merchants and pirates too, I take my pick
On their bloody bones, on rough rocks they stick;
Swirling in tumbling waves they come ashore,
On these precious, treacherous, rocks for sure,
Their treasures, my nightly pickings; I crave
For sailors, who dance in watery grave;
Derelicts of the sea, no longer brave.

Those blood-thirsty goblins, took all the loot;
Buried the sailors, with no gun salute;
The treasure, they hid, in the Castle ground
With eerie coconuts trees, all around
And to this day, it has never been found.

His ghost haunts, Cobblers’ Reef, on Halloween;
With eyes of green, his laugh is loud, and mean
Causing palm trees, to quake, shiver and shake,
And zombie sailors, to dance, when waves brake,
Upon those spooky lanterns’ blazing wake.

© Paterika Hengreaves
First released on October 28, 2006/Ohio, USA