Ichabod's Ride
Darkness falls upon the thicket
as it gets late into the eves
On the wings of a strange wind
is a howling on the breeze
With the clippety clop
of horses hooves coming up the lane
Trodding along on horseback
is no other than Ichabod Crane
Through the woods of the dark forest
he gallops in the night
Traveling by the way of the moon,
which is his only light
Through the shadowy weald
eyes peer at him as he rides
He nervously whistles
as he nonchantly picks up his stride
Deeper into the drowsy woods
with its skeletal trees
He tries to think of something pleasant
to put his mind at ease
So he pictures his love, Katrina,
who is engaged to the mighty Braum Bones
And fancies his thoughts to stealing a kiss,
the next time they are alone
But his thoughts are interrupted,
as he's startled by the tree toads croaks
It's deep throated cry,
"Ichaboddd"....."Ichaboddd"....
he picks up his pace and tightly graps his cloak
It is in this witching hour
that the mind likes to play tricks
When moonlit shadows
can take the form of a witch
Or two boughs rubbing together
that loudly moan
Would make any mans heart skip a beat,
that was riding alone
More frightening yet is the hoot owls shrill
That gives him goosebumps and sends a chill
Signaling a warning that danger is near
Is his imagination giving away to his fear
So he gallops a little harder
as he wonders to the superstitions of this hollow
And he's shakin' with this queer sensation
that he is being followed
It is then that his ears turn
to the whinney of a stallion that stands ahead
His teeth chatter as he lays eyes upon
a towering man with only a pumpkin for his head
His fear increased with each second that passed
and sweat beaded up on his face
He gave his horse a swift kick in the side,
which began this race
They plummeted through the thicket, through the hollow,
around every corner and bend
No matter Ichabods effort,
it was as though the horseman was riding on the wind
He rode fiercly in the night
with no time to catch his breath
For if he stopped even just for a second,
that could be his death
At one time he thought he lost him
and reveled in his escape
Till he felt the firey breath of the stallion
and saw the Horseman's cape
He whipped his horse harder now
and again started this chase
Through the night hooves echoed
in the hollow from this race
Morning eventually broke,
but the only sign of Ichabod was his trampled hat
Speculations of what happend to him
were the topic of the breakfast chat
Some say the horseman took his head,
while others think he rode to another town
Then there are those who say,
that deep in the hollows when the sun goes down
If you listen you can hear Ichabod
still running from the horseman to this day
Trying to cross the covered bridge,
still trying to find a way
Whatever happend to Ichabod, I guess we will never know
And such is the legend of Sleepy Hollow.