Halloween 1967 - Age 8 Poem by James W. Spain

This crisp October day,
As dawn succumbs to night,

I venture out alone,
And contain such fright,

The tale of Sleepy Hollow,
Still vivid in my young mind,

I walk from home to home,
Just hoping the mean spirits are kind.

Passing the old graveyard,
Fear with each step I take,

Dread and doom in the air,
I fear for my own sake.

Praying for this night to end,
And peace to be restored,

To my town once again,
No more will I ever explore…