Halloween Night Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

For weeks the children waited for that night of Halloween
Gathering all that they could find for the bone fire, flaming gleam.
This year, it was going to be the best one the village ever had.
Last year was a disaster for the weather was so dreadfully bad

Molly Langtry was practicing for to tell fortunes with her crystal ball
Young Percy Smith was dressing up as a vampire, for the party in the hall
Little Joe was counting his pennies to buy fireworks for that night
How he loves the fusion of colures in the sky as it made a funny sight

The fruit had been collected from farmers and the shops
The fire brigade was on call and so were our local cops
The pumpkins were in each garden ready to light
The treats were all purchase. So now, everything was right.

The storytellers were all prepared to do what they do well
The legends of long, long ago, they were there to tell
That story of the haunted house up on the slope of Creak Hill
The time that the old hags pursue poor Tommie and poor Bill.

Well, its time for us poets to take a rest and let you all enjoy
The Halloween festivity, fun for every girl and boy
Beware of all the spooky things that happen on this night
Get indoors before the clock strikes 12, be safely out of sight