The Winds Are Blowing Poem by norman hale

The winds are blowing
The leaVes are falling down
Now, it won't be long
Before snow covers the ground

The temps are dropping
Each and every day
A sure sign to us
That winter is on its way

grasses are dying
In most everyones yards
Soon it will be time to butcher
From grinding sausage to curing lard

Trick or treaters
Will soon be hitting the streets
And football fields
Will feel the cutting of cleats

The winds are blowing
The air is cooling down
Come Halloween night
There will be all sorts of eerie sounds

The witches are getting ready
To fly around the moon
Not like an astronaut
But, by the power of her broom

Each night the moon
Gets just a little bit fuller
And each night passes
The nights get a little bit cooler

All these little costumes
They tend to look so neat
With all those little children
Repeating 'TRICK-OR-TREAT'