Gathering at the Cornstalks

Written by: Russell Sivey

The coffin lid slowly rises, opens Followed by skeletons and ghosts galore To the side are the pumpkins with their grins The scarecrows with their ravens to implore All gather at the cornstalks shedding sins They wander off to some homes to explore They spring fear straight to the hearts of many Who run for life, pleasing this company
Russell Sivey