October's Ghost

The blustering blunder of October's wind
picked off the last leaves in a gallant last whim

Lackadaisically dancing over yonder and then
in a lickety split twist around straw filled Ben

with a tear and struggle  Ben fell off his post
picking up his straw hat, he then sauntered with boast

he meandered his way out of cornstalks and brushes
awkwardly frightening away mice and the thrushes

till all he could see was the October moon
and though most deny it he sang a soft tune

Though no brain have I to comprehend such
though no heart have I to love you as much
though this be the only eve I ever touch
my darling I'll be here not long after dusk.

with that straw filled Ben returned to his post
fulfilling his duty as October's ghost.

No one knows why, there are fewer who care,
who is the lady, was she kindly and fair?

But frankly it's fright that keeps townsfolk away
they rather to keep shades drawn till light of the day

Old Ben hasn't cared and it's never a bother
the only man brave in his thoughts was his father

His planter and dresser the whole last of days,
"till next year", he smiles as reality fades