Scarecrow Samhain Blessing
Left then right into a corn maze
as the Sun flickers on October;
Laughter transforms to screaming
as we spot a scarecrow,
a pipe smoking but it’s not lit;
‘Trick me, treat me.’ he says
‘By all means creep me.
Welcome, this field is not as it seems.
Flashlights on or the spirits will see.
Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain’.
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