Halloween Flight

Halloween Flight I'm hitching a ride on a witch's broom From on high we'll see all the Halloween sights As through the clouds we zip and zoom On what is known as the scariest of flights. Skeletons rise from their earthen beds And mingle with ghosts who are wandering the town Amongst pirates with tricorn hats on their heads And Cinderella in her dazzling gown. Holiday bonfires are burning bright Like the Samhain* fires of Celtic tradition When otherworld spirits would rise in the night And steal away souls to eternal perdition. But tonight's festivities are all about fun When ghouls and horror and laughter blend And the imagination can wildly run Oh, don't let my Halloween flight end! *(Sow-in ; rhymes with How-in) Molly Moore