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The Witching Hour

Shadow, shadow on the wall. Merry monsters in the hall; Ghostly goblins gently peek At little children faking sleep. The night is strange as low it roams Around the snugly lighted homes. The young ones feel its magic power; The clock has struck the children’s hour! Grabbing costumes from the pegs Then down the stairs on little legs. To children’s promised midnight feast, As grownups fall for Trick or Treat. Grinning faces laughing merry; Crouching shadows dark and scary. Late this night there are no dreams For this night’s name is HALLOWEEN!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/25/2019 8:27:00 PM
This is awesome
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Jean Bush
Date: 12/25/2019 8:29:00 PM
You are so kind.
Date: 10/20/2018 1:32:00 PM
That sums it up rather well. Wonderful poem about Halloween; great imagery and flow.
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Jean Bush
Date: 10/20/2018 1:32:00 PM
Thank you.
Date: 10/17/2018 2:54:00 PM
The entire Halloween poem was wonderful; especially the rhythm and rhyme of it. But I truly could feel and see this part: "Grabbing costumes from the pegs, Then down the stairs on little legs." It reminded me of the excitement of Halloween, and who gets crazy about it.
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Jean Bush
Date: 10/17/2018 3:15:00 PM
Thanks, Caren. I miss Trick or Treating.
Date: 10/16/2018 6:24:00 PM
Lovely lines, Jean.
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Jean Bush
Date: 10/16/2018 6:52:00 PM
Thank you.
Date: 10/16/2018 4:07:00 PM
Happy Halloween to all and to all a good fright!
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