Halloween

Here is a poem I used to read to my kids each halloween:
October

October’s days are nearly past
Today’s the day, it is the last.
At this time it is Halloween.
Ghosts and Witches often seen.

Falling leaves on chilly breeze
Lay bare the branches of the trees.
Bats flutter from their hiding places.
Lighted pumpkins show grinning faces.

Halloween - witches caper,
Broomsticks trailing misty vapor.
In and out of the clouds they go
Moonlight shadows to and fro.

An owl hoots in a night dark tree
chimes the church clock, one, two, three.
Cackling laughter sounding clear,
silence follows....nothing there.

We also have a tradition of eating pumpkin soup for dinner before the kids went trick or treating. That way they had full stomachs and wouldn't over dose on the candy (ensuring that I got my pick of the good stuff).