Mortimer O'lantern Poem by Richard D Remler

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the leaves were yellow, brown and red.
they drifted down upon his head.
they settled softly on the ground,
with just the whisper of a sound,

and there was Mortimer O'lantern,
as quiet as can be,
Sitting on the front porch steps
Where everyone could see.

he was somber.solitary..
he had wept a tear or two.
he was lonesome, he was anxious
peeking down the avenue.

trick-or-treat had come and gone,
they'd filled their bags and headed on.
and Mortimer was left alone,
on the porch steps of a silent home.


Copyright © MMXIX Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**

*recently unearthed in me old files