A Halloween Poem of My Childhood
Halloweens in Our Town
Our town was full of inquisitive old church ladies,
Whose eyes rolled and lips flapped talking about
this was a sin and that was a sin, we were all going
Until the Halloween Carnival Day
arrived and Lo and Behold to
The Church Ladies were in their
costumes, and My friends and I
could only surmise.
Were they really Witches and these
were not costumes? Or were they in
costumes as Church Ladies?
Maybe a clue---they came to the
Halloween Carnival in a Mercedes.
But their brooms were held tightly in their hands,
They laughed and swayed with the music of the bands.
My friends and I enjoyed all the rides and ate hotdogs,
and candy apples until there was rumbling in our insides,
Now getting sick was something we could not abide---so we waited for our tummies noises to subside.
Because at 6:00 pm when the streets lights shined and darkness slowly appeared---we will go Trick or Treating,
The Carnival food would not be our defeating.
We changed into our costumes we proudly put together ourselves---my mother forced a smile when she saw us--- Judy, Edie and myself,
Mother thought she had hidden my costume high up on her closet shelf.
In the station wagon we went from neighbor to neighbor---only the ones my mother knew,
With each stop our bags of treasures grew and grew.
When mother thought we had enough fun,
It was home for us to empty our bags and trade our treasures,
A Butter Finger for a Hershey’s Bar,
was a good measure.
Then with all the lights out---and under a sheet we went with a flashlight to tell scary stories to scare us out of our wits,
Until we had frightened fits.
So, in the morning when our parents came into my bedroom where we Angels were sleeping,
And like every year before our treasures went missing,
We knew the Witches came creeping.
We finally got wise and hid some in our pillows cases,
Then at the breakfast table--- to our parents we showed them the look of innocence---on our faces.
One of the Witches aka Church Lady lived across the street from me,
And to our amazement---there she sit eating our candy
slowly swinging in her swing----for all to see.
We loved Halloween in our small town---it is truly a day of fun and cheer,
When one can share and have their best friends near.
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If I had a time machine, I would go back to the Halloween Carnivals we had in my hometown. This was a time like no other, where children could laugh, run, eat candy until they could eat no more. And most of all the was the fellowship of all the town
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