The ghost come out at night
But it feels so right
When the ghost come out at night
Kids screaming "yay"
And dogs rolling in the hay
It seems like halloween is near
From beginning of january we wait
Because it only comes around once a year
Halloween gets closer everyday
From hay bales to days getting shorter
We can tell halloween is near
On halloween night
You can hear the fright
From little children running from house to house
Like burglars stealing candy
From ghost to goblins
And everything in between
That is the spirit of halloween
YOU ARE READING
Short poems
PoetryI don't know when this will be completed I just know I'm going to be writing whenever a strong emotion hits. The poems will not be a specific gener its just a combination of everything together
