AS I walk on the streets
Of this town in the moon sheen.
I find myself enchanted
Lights and flowing magic
That we all make on the day
Of Halloween.
We hang up witches
And we set up ghost.
We add to the world of
Fantasy.
As we draw ever nearer
And we make creeps appear,
We create the magic of
Halloween.
The kids run around
In suits of their worst fears.
We give them candy
As they run through the night.
The magic we create
And the wonder we do make
And the slow creeping feeling
We can see
On Halloween.
Flowing in our minds are the joys
Of a kids smile when they
Do dress to make themselves
What they fear.
Now we creep around the night
And we get us a good fright
As we haunt the night of
Halloween.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem