HALLOWEEN MAGIC

A bald-headed ghost
Drank some witches' brew
And on top of his head
A strange thing grew.

It was pointed and tall
And black as a bat
With stringy long hair
Where his head was flat.

The sad little ghost
Didn't want any hair
Or a black pointed hat
So he said, "Witch beware!"
Then he chanted some words
With a spell-casting switch
And gave Halloween Night
A bald-headed witch!!

Barbara M. Hales


 

THE LITTLE GHOST

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high--higher than most--
And the green gate was locked.


And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone--
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.


By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.


I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do--and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!


She bent above my favorite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled--there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.


She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.


And where the walk is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused--then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.


Edna St. Vincent Millay


 

ON HALLOWEEN

On Halloween I'll go to town
And wear my trousers upside down,
and wear my shoes turned inside out
And wear a wig of sauerkraut.


Shel Silverstein