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At the wane of October, by the dark of the moon
When sidewalks and lawns with leaves have been strewn.
A chill wind comes blowing, north by northeasty,
And neighborhood fills with many a “wee timorous beastie.”
The streets become filled with witches and ghosts,
Superheroes and monsters, a seeming countless host.
They run ‘cross the grass to the well-lighted porch
Attracted and drawn, like the moth to a torch.
There sits by the door an orange, hollowed carved gourd,
With candle inside, to protect from the hoard.
Inside the door there sits a bowl handy,
Filled to the top with all types of candy.
The sound of the bell and a chorus of shrieks,
Announces the time for the trick and the treats.
Open the door, face vampires and hags,
And all sorts of creatures with wide-open bags.
Candy for all, they run off and then
Another group of goblins and do it again.
The small little creatures as locust they swarm
Brings the noise and the tumult like a quick passing storm.
As quick as it started, the neighborhood’s quiet
With only a few signs, of that candy filled riot.
A few car windows soaped, a trash can or’ turned
A number of squashed pumpkins with candles all burned.
Providing the evidence of the ebb of this tide
With all little monsters tucked safe and inside.
A sudden peace and the locations are mute
As the once roaming creatures, check all their loot.
The empty bags and the large pile of sweets,
Shows that were less tricks and many more treats.
With the candy sorted and counted another year ‘till its when
The little monsters return and do it again.
You wonder and question, what does this all mean
The answer I guess is, “Yes, Virginia”, there is a Halloween.

by Geoff Weilert

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