Autumns chill breathe blows over the land;
Dry leaves dance and whirl in glee
Escaped from their tree bound prison.
Like evil imps they whisk and frolic
Oe’r dry grass and dusty streets they go
Leaving tiny dust devils in their wake.
Halloween haunts peep out of their front door steps.
Heavy bags hang loose now, but soon
Will bulge with sweet delights.
Bundled warmly against the winds chill
Little ghosts and goblins rule the night,
As they whisk and frolic o’re dry and dusty streets
Blown to and fro much like the escaping leaves
From house to house they go.
Trick or Treat is here
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Autumns chill breathe blows over the land;
Dry leaves dance and whirl in glee
Escaped from their tree bound prison.
Like evil imps they whisk and frolic
Oe’r dry grass and dusty streets they go
Leaving tiny dust devils in their wake.
Halloween haunts peep out of their front door steps.
Heavy bags hang loose now, but soon
Will bulge with sweet delights.
Bundled warmly against the winds chill
Little ghosts and goblins rule the night,
As they whisk and frolic o’re dry and dusty streets
Blown to and fro much like the escaping leaves
From house to house they go.
Trick or Treat is here
10/31/10 Peggy Montgomery
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