Recollections of a Celtic Ghost

For eons, as a spirit on this earth I’ve dwelt; I still recall the autumn‘s cold when I was human on this new year’s birth, that “hallowed eve” when spirits would grow bold! Our homes were unlit and uninviting lest spirits might possess our souls that night. We’d gather round the fire priests were lighting and whooped like ghouls to give the ghosts a fright! Through time, I‘ve seen such changes, and a drought! I followed my descendants to the shore of this America. Here kids go out on their new “Halloween” from door to door. My kin had wrongly feared the likes of me. This night is mostly about the candy! By Andrea Dietrich For Russell Sivey's Halloween Fun Contest