Cold Hay Rides
Hay rides and starlit nights
Spooky cresent red tinted moon
Howling and the owl schrieks
Big eyes strain to see where the noise originated
Prickling skin and scary masked raiders
Screams and little feet take flight
To the bonfire and mom's warm arms
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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