Frightful dark witches on broomsticks, on winds;
Fly over leafless and rough broken limbs;
Over headstones in cemeteries; over scrawny scarecrow;
They’re spooks of the hallowed evening, you know!
Jack-O-lanterns make shadows, and corn’s tied in stalks,
And kids all in costume run down cement walks
While chanting their threats that they’ll trick without treat
And throw eggs at cars parked at curbs on the street.
Along with the crusty cow corn, tied up splint’ry,
Hang cobwebs and spiders on nights which are wint’ry.
They shiver, leave shadows from flaming carved pumpkins
While kids run ‘cross porches
after suppers of dumplins.
Yikes, down along roadsides, from house to house run
The weirdest of goblins and ghosties; what fun!
They’re kicking the wimpy crisp leaves on the ground
And dashing to see what sweet treats can be found.
The evening is scary with skeletons and such
There’s too many monsters, too fright’ning, too much!
Clowns with pillow cases chucked full and handy,
Are sporting red noses and chomping on candy.
They stay wide awake ‘til bright fireworks ends
Leaving sky all blackened—and bedtime descends.
The whole night’s been spooky; the kids stare and freak
Throwing off their costumes; into bedrooms they creep
To dump all the loot in the centre of their beds.
And stuff bellies on candy till, nodding their heads,
They watch the last fireworks through windows
Then slumping down deeply, into covers, they toss.
Till another silent slumber brings them to dream
Beneath the harvest moon with stars on the scene
While all of the pumpkins turn shadowy gray
The witchy night’s magic’s a memory… come day.
Rita Joan Dozlaw