Halloween Poem

Scary Poem

I am a retired production controller. I have a B.A. in European History earned long ago. I am reading again all the 18th-20th century literature again that I once read so distractedly. I was a photo-journalist when in the US Army and have written one verbose and unpublished novel as well as hundreds of poems.

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A Halloween Poem For Children

Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009 with permission of the Author.

No one heard the old Gal make a word
A sound or noise any Christian ever heard
As she walked through the village once every moon
To buy some few vittles and leave none too soon.

Her purchases gripped in a dark burlap sack
Which she'd owned forever and fit 'cross her back.
Town folk would glance up from their every town's chore
In hope this time they'd see her no more.

Now a young girl called Mattie, a postal clerk's lass
Sat curly and giddy as the yon harridan passed
Unlike her town folk whose fear made them shy
She stood next to the mile marker and caught the hag's eye.

"Go home my plum lassie, you've nothing with me,"
Spoke the old woman coarsely as she turned round a tree
But Mattie had studied about a reply
And was soon to speak it when a trick caught her eye.

For the old tree was rotten and hollow inside.
Mattie thought the old woman crawled in it to hide.
With her eyes wide as saucers she peeked curiously within,
Two wrinkled arms grabbed her and she was not seen again.

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