My Halloween
We did not dress up for Halloween
In England, when I was of that age.
Movies revealed what fun it was;
the sheer joy in that,
and other things
American kids had,
which we did not;
comic books, Schwinn bikes and X-ray specs.
"Those Yanks, they're always showing-off"
my dad was often fond of spouting.
But I would dream of dressing
as a ghost,
monster, pirate,
or even Superman.
Knock on doors, yell "trick or treat."
In truth, not knowing which answer
would give me the better thrill.
Although, buckets piled high with candy
would, if I were being honest, win the day!
Last October eve would come and go as ever;
always so damp,
so cold,
and so very, very dull.
No pumpkins on the porch, inviting doors
nor crowds of laughing, giggling little ghosts.
Just rain; and dreams;
of pumpkins
candy
comic books,
Schwinn bikes
and X-ray specs!
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest Dressing up for Halloween
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date wrote: 9th September 2022
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