All Hallow's Eve

a poem about halloween

Ghosts and goblins at my door

Icky fingers scratching at a sore

Ghouls and goblins on the street

Rustling leaves beneath our feet.

As little ones shout Trick or Treat

A shinning moon does shadows cast

Upon the cauldron and gnawing bats

Howling winds whisper no more

As blasts of wind slams the door

The creaking midnight sounds

Of All Hallows' Eve abound