Halloween Hitch Hikers
Hitch hiking ghosts with a hue of blue
Were picked up on a Sunday in 1952
The driver was my dad, name of Lou
Who enjoyed their company more than they knew.
I heard the story growing up each year
On Halloween, for my daddy had no fear
That anyone else would call him a liar.
Apparently it happened with a flat tire.
They were wandering down the road when it blew.
They ran up and asked if they could help poor Lou.
He was gob smacked when they took over and fixed
His tire quickly. He had thought he was licked.
They asked for a ride to the graveyard name Touse.
He told them he had to stop by at our house.
They rode along and regaled him with best stories of his life.
He raced home to explain the situation to my mom, his wife.
She gave him permission to take them quickly back.
He said they politely refused a quick Twinkie snack.
It was Halloween night which he did not think much of that night.
But whenever I think of this, I get a bit of a fright.
You see the travelers were opaque, and you could see through them.
He enjoyed telling this story to strangers, on a bit of a whim.
They always looked like he was insane, slightly crazy.
But they hired him anyway, for he was never lazy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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