A gentle breeze rustling the dry cornstalks a sound is heard, a goblin walks a harvest moon suffers a black cat's cry oh do the witches fly bonfire catches a pumpkins gleam rejoice, soon it's Halloween!
There Is Ghost At The Top Of The Stairs Who Is Dressed All In White, That Sings A Love Song On Hallow-Eve Night. She's Sad Because She's Misses Her Mate And All Alone, Her Crys And Moans Will Chill Your Bones. Don't Be Scared,She A Harmless Ghost, But She Can Be Heard From Coast To Coast... Another Poem I Wrote Afternoon Greetings, On This Rainy Hallow-Eve,It Never Fails... If Your Going Out Tomorrow Night ,Watch Out For
The Kidd-O's And The Ghost Of Course Be Safe Karen,My Treasured Friend Always Loves And Hugs, ~WW~ {Sue}
