a poem by Miriam Marcuse-Kubitza, 3rd grade
31 October 2001

The Scary Night

Halloween is a time for spooks,
A time for hoots.

Halloween is a time for candy,
A time for dress-up.
But it is also
A time for the wind to blow.
When you get lost,
And no one comes,
Things start happening
That are not fun.

Ghosts start coming,
Banshees sing,
An owl hoots,
You hear noises,
You are scared.

When no one comes
And you are alone,
Itís Halloween Help!
Itís the Death Day,
Itís the Day of the Dead.
The Things of Halloween Night!