The Day of Halloween
The moonlight shines perfectly on a town.
The sounds of Halloween are whistling by.
When you look closer you will see orange and purple lights on houses.
Blow up ghosts or ghouls sitting on top of the grass.
You may hear the pitter-patter of shoes running from house to house.
Little children dressed up as their favorite thing.
Could be as scary as a monster or as pretty as a princess.
The doorbells of the houses buzzing.
Opening the doors to find little kids saying trick or treat.
The sweets make a clunking sound, falling into their pillowcases.
They cheer with joy and run to the next house, to the next, to the next.
Leaves crunch under their feet.
This was just a normal Halloween.
The Halloween tradition is older than we are.
But the joy we feel is what keeps us young.
10/22/21
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