Our youngest daughter, Lauren, writes at least one poem a week for her friends at the Multnomah County Courthouse where she works. This one is particularly timely. We're hoping that if her law career doesn't pay off, she may be the next Shel Silverstein!
Hear this warning, one and all,
We have entered middle fall,
That wicked, dangerous time of year,
When blood will curdle from the fear,
Of ghoulies, ghosties, things that crawl,
Things that slither or cast a pall,
Over groups, when you're alone,
There is no safety, even at home.
Shut the door, turn on the lights,
Make sure to stay awake all night.
Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve,
A night of revelry and evil deeds.
There is no haven in the woods,
Nor in your local neighborhoods.
Some have tried a local church,
But that is where the devils search.
Perhaps you'll go to a cemetery,
But the dead may rise - I wouldn't tarry.
I would share with you my hiding place,
No. It must stay secret, it must stay safe.
I say to you "Good luck on Halloween,"
Whether you survive remains to be seen.
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