This autumn day is changing,
there's rain in pregnant clouds;
the valleys in the early morn,
are enclosed in somber shrouds.
Soon, the ghost and goblins,
will creep up to your door;
asking for a handout,
begging then, for more.
The pumpkin's face is scary,
a tooth carved like a fang;
and on a branch close by,
several witches hang.
The moon is huge and heavy,
an eerie light cast down;
the wind moans with emotion,
a haunting, frightful sound.
Late October, in the hills,
in the Arizona night;
alive with zombies, walking,
making them a fearful, sight.
Another holiday rolls round,
we give candy to the ghouls;
to vampires and were-wolfs,
and to other motley fools.
Delightful depiction of this crazy day. Soon, all the little beggars will be coming by for their ration of candy. I love when they scream out Thank you! You know the parents have drilled this into their little heads. But it is fun watching the little ones in their costumes. Nice poetry, Dave.
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Delightful depiction of this crazy day. Soon, all the little beggars will be coming by for their ration of candy. I love when they scream out Thank you! You know the parents have drilled this into their little heads. But it is fun seeing the little ones in their costumes. Nice poetry, Dave.