Halloween Tale Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Halloween Tale



An unusually bright moon beneath clear skies
and the early freeze made it irresistible; the beauty
of free, wide open ice became siren's call to them.
They scrambled to encase their feet in bladed boots
and sliced out across the lake.

S-wick, s-wick, s-wick, the six raced each other
faster and faster toward smoother ice ahead.
Their shouts echoed back to the shore line
'C'mon guys, lots more room than the rink';
young boys never stop to think of the dangers.

Not even one slowed or looked back
though the groaning and crackles
could be heard all the way to lake's edge
as it traveled across the surface.

Some had not been so brave,
the ones they taunted for waiting on the shore;
the ones left screaming as each friend disappeared
the only ones left who could tell the Halloween tale.

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