Doris Culverhouse Poet Free verse

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

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Carolyn Devonshire October 20, 2010 at 8:25 PM You brought back some great memories, Doris. We took hay rides as teens and had fun snuggling 'neath the straw. Love, Carolyn

Charles Henderson October 20, 2010 at 8:11 PM Very good Doris, I can taste the smores.

Andrea Dietrich October 20, 2010 at 7:05 PM Oh, how fun. The little ones fleeing to mom's arms! Great one for the season, Doris!!

Carrie Richards October 20, 2010 at 5:33 PM Love that last line....sums it all so nicely!

Larry Belt October 20, 2010 at 12:55 PM Good one Doris....I tell my kids spooky mother-in-law stories on Halloween......Larry

Tobey Hill October 20, 2010 at 11:44 AM this brought back many memories...well done Doris..TAH