A Spooky Time Called HalloweenA Poem by Christina May ShanabergA SPOOKY TIME CALLED HALLOWEEN
The night had grown dark, As the monsters began their walk; Witches flew their brooms up high, Among the bats in the sky; Ghosts floated across the land, Beside crooked men with crooked hands; Vampires' fangs dripping blood And the dead emerged from the mud, As twisted, wrenched ghouls roamed about And the insane ventured out; Skeletons wandered through the streets, In search of "tricks or treats;" So, when they knock on your door, Pretend you don't live there, anymore, Because what's outside will make you scream; It's a spooky time called "Halloween."
Great Nov 4, 2011© 2011 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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