Halloween Poem by Stan Rodriguez

What happy day when we were young
the hopscotch chalk and bubblegum

the roller skate and parks to play—
games and laughter through the day

Came October—we were thrilled
to see monsters, blood and chill

down the hill would start the haunting
spirits flying, prowling, lurking—

pumpkin heads would be a craving
with candles in their eyes for lighting

Yes—Halloween was filled with pleasure
apple dunking without measure
kisses when no one was looking

not to mention—sweets galore…