The Cemetery
Moans come from the cemetery
On Halloween night I am told
Other kids, not me, are so bold
They tell me I am contrary,
That place is awfully scary
I’m telling you, when dark and cold,
Moans come.
It’s worse than a mortuary
Even if it’s plush with fine gold
I want my daddy’s hand to hold
Unlike the others, I’m not sold!
Moans come.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
Written October 13, 2022
[a Rondine - 8 syllable lines
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Submitted to "Scary Halloween Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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