Gathering At the Cornstalks
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
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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