Tonight is the night
When
dead leaves fly
Like witches on
switches
Across the sky,
When elf and sprite
Flit
through the night
On a moony
sheen.
Tonight is the night
When
leaves make a sound
Like a gnome in his
home
Under the ground,
When spooks and
trolls
Creep out of holes
Mossy and
green.
Tonight is the night
When
pumpkins stare
Through sheaves and
leaves
EVERYWHERE
When ghoul and
ghost
And
goblin host
Dance round their
queen.
It's Halloween
-Harry
Behn
She comes by
night, in fearsome flight,
in garments
black as pitch,
the queen of doom upon her
broom,
the wild and wicked witch,
A
cackling crone with brittle bones
and
desiccated limbs,
two evil eyes with warts
and sties
and bags about the rims,
a
dangling nose, ten twisted toes
and folds
of shriveled skin,
cracked and chipped and
crackled lips
that frame a toothless
grin.
She hurtles by, she sweeps the
sky
and hurls a piercing screech.
A she
swoops past, a spell is cast
on all her
curses reach.
Take care to hide when
the wild witch rides
to shriek her evil
spell.
What she may do with a word or
two
is much too grim to tell.
-Jack
Prelutsky
A sulky witch and
a surly cat
And a scowly owl and a
skeleton sat
With a grouchy ghost and a
waspish bat,
And angrily snarled and
chewed the fat.
It seems they were all
upset and riled
That they couldn't
frighten the Modern Child,
Who was much
too knowing and much too wild
And
considered Hallowe'en spooks too
mild.
Said the witch,"They call this
the human race,
Yet the kiddies
inhabit Outer Space;
They bob for comets,
and eat ice cream
From flying saucers, to
get up the steam!"
"I'm a shade of my
former self," said the skeleton.
"I shiver
and shake like so much gelatin,
Indeed I'm
a pitiful sight to see--
I'm scareder of
kids than they are of
me!"
-Margaret Fishback
Over
the hills
Where the edge of the
light
Deepens and darkens
To the ebony
night,
Narrow hats high
Above yellow
bead eyes,
The tattered-haired
witches
Ride through the skies.
Over
the seas
Where the flat fishes
sleep
Wrapped in the slap of the slippery
deep,
Over the peaks
Where the black
trees are bare,
Where boney birds
quiver
They glide through the
air.
Silently humming
A horrible
tune,
They sweep through the
stillness
To sit on the
moon.
-Karla Kuskin
If the moon
shines
On the black pines
And an owl
flies
And a ghost cries
And the hairs
rise
On the back
on the back
on the
back of your neck--
If you look
quick
At the moon-slick
On the black
air
And what goes there
Rides a
broom-stick
And if things
pick
At the
back
at the back
at the back of your
neck--
Would you know then
By the
small men
With the lit grins
And with
no chins,
By the owl's hoo,
And
the ghost's boo
By the Tom
Cat,
And the
Black Bat
On the night
air,
And
the thing there,
By the
thing,
by the thing,
by the thing
there
(Yes, you do,
yes, you
do
know the thing I mean)
That it's
now,
that it's now,
that
it's--Halloween!
-John
Ciardi
Bolt and bar the front
door,
Draw the curtains tight;
Wise
folk are in before
Moon-rise
to-night.
Hallowe'en,
Hallowe'en,
Chestnuts to roast,
A gift
for the fairy,
A prayer for the
ghost.
Who will have their fate
told,
This night is known,
Whose hand
is full of gold,
Who goes
alone.
Hallowe'en,
Hallowe'en,
Snapdragon blue,
A lover
for me
And a fortune for
you.
Stars shiver blue and
green,
Moon's wide and white;
There,
tattered clouds between,
Witches take
flight.
Hallowe'en,
Hallowe'en,
Apples a-bob,
Elves at the
keyhole
And imps on the
hob.
"Twelve," calls the deep
bell
To the hollow night.
"Twelve,"
whisper steeple tops
Far out of
sight.
Hallowe'en,
Hallowe'en,
Fires burn high.
Who shall
say certainly,
Who can tell
truthfully,
What solemn company
Passes
through the sky?
-Molly
Capes
You may not
believe it, for hardly could
I:
I was
cutting a pumpkin to put in a pie,
And on
it was written in letters most plain
"You
may hack me in slices, but I'll grow
again."
I seized it and
sliced it and
made no mistake
As, with dough rounded
over, I put it to bake:
But soon in the
garden as I chanced to walk,
Why, there
was that pumpkin entire on his
stalk!
-Robert Graves
I know
I saw
a spooky
witch
out riding on her broom.
I
know
I saw
a goblin thing
who's
laughing in my room.
I
think
perhaps I saw a ghost
who had a
pumpkin face,
and creepy cats
and
sleepy bats
are hiding every
place.
It dosen't matter where I
look
There's something to be
seen,
I know it is October
So I
think it's Halloween.
-Myra Cohn
Livingston
Now this is scary!! This is one of our favorite things to do durning the year. I always make our costumes for our yearly Halloween Partys. It's amazing what my husband will let me do to him that time of year...LOL. Here's just a few pic's I have found that I thought you might get a kick out of. My husband has been anything from a woman to a baby to a ganster. Last year he was the puppy dog, the collar even said where to take him if he got lost...lol.
Here's Pam and Amanda. Aren't they cute. I make their costumes every year too. I think that's the only time of the year I pull my sewing machine out! Of course Amanda has to have a long gown every year. Although she did go as the Pink Power Ranger one year. I think that costume was the hardest!
This is one thing
that I love to do. Halloween is my favorite
holiday. It's the only time of the year grown
ups can get away with wearing a costume and
people don't look at you like your
crazy..lol. Have you ever gone into a store
to pick something up on your way to a party
in costume? You can imagine the looks you
get. What a BLAST!!