by Gerard J. Surprenant
Halloween, when witches roam
With goblins and jack-o-lanterns too,
I know I'll be safe, if I stay at home,
But I'll miss all the fun if I do.
So, out under the light of the harvest moon,
I venture with trembling stride,
Expecting to see a witch on her broom
With a big black cat by her side.
But my fears disappear as I hurry along
To visit with neighbors and friends.
They fill up my bag with good things to eat.
I'll be sorry when Halloween ends.