Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Latern smilles at me.
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A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK (WIP)
Harley, the ghost, refuses to float.
Over water, her stomach would bloat.
Nightshades took pity-
and delivers her to the city.
They row across the moat by boat.
A vampire roams the skies by night,
foraging flower nectar to bite.
The flowers all hid,
afraid of this kid.
He vanishes by the morning light.
Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads.
The wind carries her over the farmstead.
Free to roam.
for a new home.
She spins her web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch very grim.
He wishes for a face that would grin.
Along came a farmer,
whose a great carver!
Pete beams at guests entering the inn.
Skelton Bones travels by scooter
never honking the scooter's tooter
Ghosts cry yoohoo,
bats screech boohoo.
Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.
The old scarecrow frightens Jeanie
because she is such teeny weenie.Because of her size,
she hides from prying eyes,
and eats her fill of zucchini.
WIP oh me oh my, crazy cross eye witch.
Shimmering rays steady her flight,
Winnie yearns to fly by moonlight.
Moonbeams are ready. One cross eye, she's willing to try
She carries her teddy.
Together, they froclic and play till midnight. she frolics and plays past midnight
one two three four
into the sky, soar
She froclics and plays till midnight.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one two three four
scream, watch them soar
Don't look back, time to flee.
The great horn owl
a dinner of mice
is a quite nice
hootie hoot hoot,
what a coot
The Last Harvest
By RL Brown
Wind rustles the leaves
Trees shimmer yawning deeply
Anticipation
Autumn equinox,
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts.
Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues.
Extravagant colors!
A migratory birds last song.
Light wanes for evening.
Nature's splendor yields
a harvest of abundance,
Thankfulness expressed.
Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.
Light narrows yet shines.
Truth displayed for all to see,
God’s bountiful grace.
Counterfeit death nears.
The last harvest, winter comes.
Weary souls find rest.
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