In a more innocent era, many of us have very fond memories of the camaraderie and friendships we developed as we met to go Halloweening. It was often our pleasant task to look after our younger siblings on their first Halloween outing. We managed this quite skillfully while assuring that they received their fair share of the Halloween loot.
In later years, it became necessary for us to check what they had received to be sure their goodies had not been impaled with hidden razor blades, sharp pins or dangerous substances. Life was no longer innocent. Halloween became fraught with danger for the young and innocent.
This poem was written for an earlier time, a more innocent time, a more trusting time.
Gremlins, Goblins, Ghouls, Ghosts.
Pirates, Spacemen, quite a host.
Down the street they come with glee.
Can I count them, let me see.
Up the sidewalk to my door
Come trick or treaters that's for sure.
Try not to smile. It's quite a feat.
When they shout, "Trick or Treat!"
One of them, quite small at best.
Shivers and shudders unlike the rest.
Down on one knee I must go.
Just to let this youngster know.
"I seem a giant. To you quite tall.
Standing here in my hall.
I've let you in, have no fear.
It's treat I'll give you. Now dry your tear.
And this message will you give
Once with me a child did live
Who feared to dress in costumes neat
So she could seek out trick or treat
Yet she grew as you will do
And shivvers not when ghosts shout, 'Boo'!
So show no fear, you've passed a test.
Now off you go with the rest."
Copyright 1989 A. Tom McCoy
A. Tom McCoy, is the author of "All About Wizzer; The True Tales of the Chestnut Valley Gang" available from http://www.Amazon.com
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