‘Halloween’

For the Cumberland Times-News

Swaying branches, rustling leaves

wise old owl hoots in the trees.

Bats dance across a moonlit night

fluttering shadows add some fright.

Hurry past the graveyard gate

try not to think what lies in wait.

Don’t gaze upon the haunted hill

the house there contains spirits, still.

A witch zooms by on magic broom

this is her eve of spells and doom.

You’ve made it to your own street now.

Pumpkins wink and doggies howl.

Up the steps and in the door.

Don your costume and go out for more!

— Jane Christensen

Skyview Farm

Savage River