Harvests and Halloween
O n the very first day of this month
C hilling winds make their debut
T hroughout the country farmers make reap their last harvest
O pen pastures remain where grain once stood
B ut it is the last day of the month, the
E ve of all Saints, when children
R ush from home to home, seeking treats and playing tricks
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