Wednesday, August 12, 2009


~By Harry Behn

Tonight is the night

When dead leaves flyLike witches on switches

Across the sky,

When elf and sprite

Flit through the night

On a moony sheen.

Tonight is the night

When leaves make a sound

Like a gnome in his home

Under the ground,

When spooks and trolls

Creep out of holes

Mossy and green.

Tonight is the night

When pumpkins stare

Through sheaves and leaves

Everywhere,When ghouls and ghost

And goblin host

Dance round their queen.

It's Halloween.

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