The Edwards Agency



Halloween On this night as the moon hangs low,
barren trees stand in an eerie glow.
Leaves have fallen, autumn's carpet is laid,
pumpkins are carved, decorations are made.
Candles are lit while the fog still lingers,
chilling our bones all the way to our fingers.
Soon will come a knocking, for I hear their feet,
with bags full of candy, they call "Trick-or-Treat!"
They're off in a hurry, Halloween can't wait,
running house to house before it's too late.
And at the end of the evening, all our goblins tucked in,
I'll keep for a memory each sugar coated grin.

Vicki Vilsmeyer, Carnation