by Mellinda » 12 Oct 2010, 17:55
Howling Winds Samhain night
The wind is blowing around the house,
Windows and doors are rattling,
The hounds are howling at the door,
Trees are swaying to and throw,
Rain is poring down the drain.
Children running in the street,
By my door a cauldron full of sweets,
Pulling my cloak around me tight,
Waiting here to give them such a fright,
Painted my face a deathly white.
Knock knock, children shout trick or treat,
Who is that at my door? I ask in a croaking voice,
They see my face then scream in fright,
They fill their bags full of sweets,
Then disappear into the night.
Who’s that tapping on the window?
Listen; Listen, to the souls this night,
Time to think of loved ones past,
As you pull the covers up high,
Snuggled in your warm soft bed.
L.F.Tallis =Mellinda
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