Friday, September 28, 2012
Morgan's Poem
By Morgan Iris Jarrell
Age 7
My Grandma is a Witch
But she does not look like one
Even though she isn't rich
She is very fun
She looks like a Monkey
But she is not one
She likes cats
And she likes crows
Wearing pointed hats
with her pointed nose
and she always likes a dead rose
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Cousin Gertrude is a Witch
Cousin Gertrude is a Witch
It's a secret
Please don't snitch
She has a cat named
Wicked Spell
Her Kitty knows, but she won't tell
Her favorite day
is Halloween
She dresses up and makes a scene
The kiddies all
stop by her her place
They come to see her witchy face
Her spooky house
is quite a sight
Old and shabby, full of fright
Too bad it only
lasts one day
Then the fun all goes away
Back to boring
Back to gloom
Thank goodness for her magic broom
If you look
up in the sky
and see something strange flying by
Don't be scared
Don't be shy
Just wave and tell Miss Gertude hi!
It's a secret
Please don't snitch
She has a cat named
Wicked Spell
Her Kitty knows, but she won't tell
Her favorite day
is Halloween
She dresses up and makes a scene
The kiddies all
stop by her her place
They come to see her witchy face
Her spooky house
is quite a sight
Old and shabby, full of fright
Too bad it only
lasts one day
Then the fun all goes away
Back to boring
Back to gloom
Thank goodness for her magic broom
If you look
up in the sky
and see something strange flying by
Don't be scared
Don't be shy
Just wave and tell Miss Gertude hi!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Taking Flight
Halloween night
Time to take flight!
Dressed all in black
Striped stockings, pointed hat
Leather button up shoes.
Grab cape and broom
We'll be meeting soon
Applying red lipstick
Frizz up your hair, QUICK!
We're ready for our Halloween cruise.
Under the willow tree
We gather, wild and free
What a sight we are
Sisters from near and far
To our cats we all bid adieux
Forming a circle, off we go!
What will happen, no one knows
Soaring high above the tree tops
Wishing we never had to stop!
Nothing can beat this glorious view!
C Tevis
Time to take flight!
Dressed all in black
Striped stockings, pointed hat
Leather button up shoes.
Grab cape and broom
We'll be meeting soon
Applying red lipstick
Frizz up your hair, QUICK!
We're ready for our Halloween cruise.
Under the willow tree
We gather, wild and free
What a sight we are
Sisters from near and far
To our cats we all bid adieux
Forming a circle, off we go!
What will happen, no one knows
Soaring high above the tree tops
Wishing we never had to stop!
Nothing can beat this glorious view!
C Tevis
Thursday, October 27, 2011
THAT MAGICAL NIGHT
The sun goes down
And all over town
The creatures begin to emerge
Up the street they go
From door to door they tow
Their goody bags filled to the brim
Porch lights shine bright
Oh what a sight
What's that in front of the moon?
A witch it might be!
A real sight to see!
I can hear her cackle and scream!
A magical night
of fun and fright
The kiddies don't want to go home.
by C Tevis
And all over town
The creatures begin to emerge
Up the street they go
From door to door they tow
Their goody bags filled to the brim
Porch lights shine bright
Oh what a sight
What's that in front of the moon?
A witch it might be!
A real sight to see!
I can hear her cackle and scream!
A magical night
of fun and fright
The kiddies don't want to go home.
by C Tevis
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sisters of Gloom
On Halloween night
They're causing a fright
Flying past the moon
Three Sisters set free
A real sight to see
Upon their enchanted brooms
The kiddies all hide
but secretly wish they could ride
through the sky with a zoom
The trio descents
with feverish intent
hitting the ground with a boom
The porch lights go out
Even the grown ups do shout
Locking themselves in their rooms
The black cats however
Are not afraid, never
They'll be greeting the gang of three soon
They don't wish to hide
Hopefully joining the ride
Sitting along side their masters of doom
Look up in the sky
On Halloween, don't be shy
And you may spot the Sisters of gloom
C Tevis
They're causing a fright
Flying past the moon
Three Sisters set free
A real sight to see
Upon their enchanted brooms
The kiddies all hide
but secretly wish they could ride
through the sky with a zoom
The trio descents
with feverish intent
hitting the ground with a boom
The porch lights go out
Even the grown ups do shout
Locking themselves in their rooms
The black cats however
Are not afraid, never
They'll be greeting the gang of three soon
They don't wish to hide
Hopefully joining the ride
Sitting along side their masters of doom
Look up in the sky
On Halloween, don't be shy
And you may spot the Sisters of gloom
C Tevis
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Old Hag
As I walk through the forest
I peek through the trees
Standing in the clearing
I see an old Hag
Cackle, cackle
Stir the pot
See the potion bubbling hot
Secret spell I hear her chant
Mysterious words she does incant
As she dances round the flames intent
I realize for whom the spell is meant
Tis meant for those that upon her sneak
with this thought, my knees grow weak
Time to run, time to flee
before the spell takes hold of me
But I can not move
I can not run
Seems my time is almost done
As I sink upon the ground
feeling like my legs are bound
my body melts onto the grass
I breathe once more, it is my last
If you should come upon a Hag in the woods
dancing and chanting, it would not be good.
Turn around and go back home
lock your doors and hide alone.
Pull your shutters tight
be still with all your might.
by C Tevis
I peek through the trees
Standing in the clearing
I see an old Hag
Cackle, cackle
Stir the pot
See the potion bubbling hot
Secret spell I hear her chant
Mysterious words she does incant
As she dances round the flames intent
I realize for whom the spell is meant
Tis meant for those that upon her sneak
with this thought, my knees grow weak
Time to run, time to flee
before the spell takes hold of me
But I can not move
I can not run
Seems my time is almost done
As I sink upon the ground
feeling like my legs are bound
my body melts onto the grass
I breathe once more, it is my last
If you should come upon a Hag in the woods
dancing and chanting, it would not be good.
Turn around and go back home
lock your doors and hide alone.
Pull your shutters tight
be still with all your might.
by C Tevis
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Old Banshee
I hear the cry of the old Banshee
In the night as black as coal
Oh Lady do not scream for me
Come for another's soul
Tis growing nearer this I fear
I cannot bear to sleep
For when the morning light shines clear
Ye shall hear the mourners weep
C Tevis
In the night as black as coal
Oh Lady do not scream for me
Come for another's soul
Tis growing nearer this I fear
I cannot bear to sleep
For when the morning light shines clear
Ye shall hear the mourners weep
C Tevis
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Heart of a Gypsy
Friday, October 8, 2010
A Creature Of Torment a short story by C Tevis
The moon is full tonight 'neath the smokey clouds. In the distance I hear a howl, followed by a heart wrenching whimper. An unnatural disturbance.
Hiding in the shadows a desperate soul is torn between what is decent and the horrible urge that consumes him. An inner turmoil of massive proportions. Suddenly the urge gains momentum as the moon illuminates his wretched silhouette.
He starts off toward town, creeping along the dark corners, behind the bushes. he must not allow himself to be seen by anyone. Appearing not, as man nor animal, but rather a strange combination of the two. A beast of sorts, with a human heart beating inside.
Suprised by his heightened senses. He hears, smells, and sees everything with such clarity. Yes, the turmoil is leaving, the urge has won. He has one purpose now. He is on the hunt. Suddenly he spots movement in the clearing. He smells life nearby. Listening with intent, he hears a distant voice, innocent laughter.
As he begins to slither toward the laughter, he notices the world around him starts to change. Branches on the trees begin to glimmer....a gentle light shines all around him. Panic sets in....
The fear of being noticed, of someone screaming. As the light becomes brighter, he hobbles behind an old barn. His head grows dizzy as humility re-enters his soul. Lying in the wet grass he slowly regains his composure. Standing upright he begins to walk toward the main road.
Passing by his neighbors, waving and smiling at each one. He wonders what they must think of his tattered clothing and what horrific headlines he will read. ...So is the life of a werewolf.......
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
SPOOKY'S HALLOWEEN by cindy tevis
Spooky the cat loves Halloween
It's her favorite day of the year
Dressing up like Witchie Poo
With all of her witchy gear
Sneaking out the window on Witchie's best broom
Trying to learn how to steer
Look out! she yells at the kiddies below
as she soars through the street with a zoom
The kids can hear her blood curdling scream
Right before she lands with a boom
Hobbling home with her head hanging low
dragging what's left of her ride
Knowing that when she finally gets home
She'd better find a safe place to hide!
It's her favorite day of the year
Dressing up like Witchie Poo
With all of her witchy gear
Sneaking out the window on Witchie's best broom
Trying to learn how to steer
Look out! she yells at the kiddies below
as she soars through the street with a zoom
The kids can hear her blood curdling scream
Right before she lands with a boom
Hobbling home with her head hanging low
dragging what's left of her ride
Knowing that when she finally gets home
She'd better find a safe place to hide!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
The Something by cindy tevis
It's Halloween night and there you see
Something hiding behind the tree
Is it a goblin or a mean old witch,
Searching the limbs for the perfect switch?
Maybe a ghostie floating in air
Or a creepy werewolf with lot's of hair
All you know is that you have to pass by
That "something" and then you try not to cry
Tip toeing up to the grand old oak
The something jumps out at you wearing a cloak!
You scream until you run out of wind!
The something starts laughing... it was only your friend!
Something hiding behind the tree
Is it a goblin or a mean old witch,
Searching the limbs for the perfect switch?
Maybe a ghostie floating in air
Or a creepy werewolf with lot's of hair
All you know is that you have to pass by
That "something" and then you try not to cry
Tip toeing up to the grand old oak
The something jumps out at you wearing a cloak!
You scream until you run out of wind!
The something starts laughing... it was only your friend!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
THE OLD HOUSE ON THE HILL by cindy tevis
There's an old house on the hill
No one lives there but still
At midnight the neighbors all hear
Creaking and groaning
Laughing and moaning
Sounds guaranteed to strike fear
Sneak up to the window, look inside, take a peek
Something is moving in the corner, don't shriek!
It may be a mouse or an old alley cat
Look out! here it comes, it's a vampire bat!
Spider webs cover The dusty old chair
Making us feel we had better beware
No one lives there at least not the kind that we see
What is that over by the old willow tree?
It's so foggy and misty I really can't see
If it comes any nearer I may have to flee!
Goodbye!
No one lives there but still
At midnight the neighbors all hear
Creaking and groaning
Laughing and moaning
Sounds guaranteed to strike fear
Sneak up to the window, look inside, take a peek
Something is moving in the corner, don't shriek!
It may be a mouse or an old alley cat
Look out! here it comes, it's a vampire bat!
Spider webs cover The dusty old chair
Making us feel we had better beware
No one lives there at least not the kind that we see
What is that over by the old willow tree?
It's so foggy and misty I really can't see
If it comes any nearer I may have to flee!
Goodbye!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
All Hallows Eve by cindy tevis
The old man in the moon looks down from the sky
On all Hallows Eve he must keep an eye
On the witches and goblins and Ghoulies too
To make sure that they don't come after you!
He sees the black cats march up the street
Holding their jack o lanterns filled up with treats
Passing them out to the kiddies so sweet
Dressed up as ghosties in mother's old sheets
Next comes the monsters creepy and scary
Freaky and weird and mostly just hairy
He watches them as they sneak around
Hiding in the shadows all over town
The wise owl sits on the old man's chin
Ready to fly down in case trouble begins
Keeping the night safe is what they do
Whooo goes there...the owl says, what's that I hear? - BOO!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
TRIP THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD by Cindy Tevis
Wandering along grassy paths
Stories set in stone
Looming granite monuments
Tower those reduced to bone
Feeling sadness for the lost ones
that never made it home
Knowing one day I will join them
Six feet under and alone
Someone walks along my grassy path
What are they thinking of
They read my tombstone and they wonder
how much I was loved
I am no longer sad
for I know the truth is this
Our trials upon this earth are brief
But paradise is infinite bliss
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
THE FRIGHT OF YOUR LIFE by cindy tevis
The old hag is sweeping her doorstep tonight
Preparing for the big affair
The kiddies will come all dressed up for delight
Oblivious that they should beware
They won't notice her cackle or shabby old face
As they step up near her silhouette
Tis the night to dress up all over the place
But this visit they will never forget
She smiles at the ghosties and goblins and such
And then she invites them inside
Showing them treats that enchant them so much
They stand their with bags open wide
Soon the lights become dim
and the kiddies get scared
Her face looks so grim
No child will be spared
Heed this warning dear children
On Halloween night
Don't walk up to old houses
Lest you prepare for the fright
of your life!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
THE GOOD TIMES by cindy tevis
Inside the old barn on halloween night
Is a picture that warms my heart
The folks are dressed up, it is quite a site
Even the grown ups will want to take part
The lanterns are glowing with their toothy grins
Kids bob for apples with all of their friends
Costume contests take place and everyone wins
Hay bales are piled in the cart
Festive ruffles adorn the old cob webby place
It's never looked better than this
We have managed to fill up every space
With exhileration and bliss
These are times to remember for many a year
Cherish and treasure and share
And pass on the tradtion of halloween cheer
Show our children how much that we care
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
MY WORST FEAR by cindy tevis
Out in the woods
Is a place that exists
It's humid and dark
As I walk through the mist
I see shadows and strange lights
Dead tree limbs around
In this secret place that is
Void of all sound
So quiet and peaceful
And eerily pleasant
You would never know
That these creatures are present
They slither and crawl
Under broken down shacks
Melting away like
Such fluid wax
The silence is broken
By a raven's call
She seems to be
Sending a warning to all
Watch out!
Is the message
She cries in the trees
I hear her and suddenly
I know I should freeze
I can not see it or hear it
But I feel it begin
To overwhelm me
From somewhere within
Just then I awaken
And I know where I've been
It's a place that I've visited now and again
The name of that place
Suddenly becomes clear
The name of that place
Is MY WORST FEAR
-------cindy tevis
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween ! A new poem to read.
graphic by: alicia patrick
By Cindy Tevis
THE FUN HOUSE
Standing in a dark space with creeping things around
Spiders crawling in the corner, black cats crouching down
Potions bubble
Smoldering trouble
It's time to get out
On the double!
Scary places, distorted faces
You run and something behind you chases
No way out, you hit a wall
Fall to the ground and begin to crawl
You see the light begin to shine
Just as you were to about to whine
Feeling relief embrace your soul
Getting out alive is your goal
As you flee you lose your shoe
Who cares, you say
I am THROUGH!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Another Wonderful Poem by Steven Curran
graphic by: xxreaperskissxx
Vampire Coffee
With stretching arms and a big long yawn
And habitually avoiding the sun
He looked around and thought aloud
Something other than blood would be fun...
So he thought and thought and thought some more
And now he could not wait
Its warm and sweet and so very delicious
A coffee would be great...
But before he left to get his treat
Something inside him was not quite right
Could he leave his home without first drinking blood
And still control his ferocious bite...
That settles it as he shut the door
And made his way across town
I'm doing so well and what are the odds
There isn't a soul around...
At last he arrived at "Joe's Coffee Shoppe"
Read the sign hung above the door
As he made his way in and carefully got on
The line that wrapped 'round the floor...
He could not believe at this time of night
So many others wanted coffee too
For the taste of their blood tortured him now
They would run if they had but a clue...
His mind had strayed then finally his turn to order his wish
With flickering eyes that feared certain doom
Just concentrate on why you've come
And how you'll be safe at home soon...
Inches away from his neck and instinctively driving him mad
His bloodlust substantially grew
And suddenly snapped back from his breaking point
Only to realize he was being spoken to...
Welcome my friend and what can I get ya
How bout a nice cup of joe he said
He gulped and tensed up as sweat ran down his face
I'll just have some coffee instead...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
HALLOWEEN ELVES by cindy tevis
graphic by: gothkytten
Halloween Elves
By" Cindy Tevis
Working loyally all year long
To this elite group do we belong
Brushes, paint, and stitchery
Complete with all the witchery
Santa's elves have nothing on us
The red and green and all that fuss
It’s orange and black that does us right
And on October 31 we'll all take flight
You’ll see our brooms fly though the air
Dropping our goodies here and there
Black cats, bats and JOL’s
The kinds of things that’ll make you yell
It’s Halloween hip hip hooray!
Our very best'est favorite day!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Never too old! by cindy tevis
(graphic by blackhappiness22)
By Cindy Tevis
It's the big night once again
now you don't need to pretend
That you are to old for this fun!
Dress up and go knocking
at the doors you'll be stopping
getting treats from everyone!
So they want to look under
your mask, and they wonder
how old of kid you must be.
Let them be nosy and bold
You know that you're not too old!
after all, your a mere ninety-three.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Steven's poetry #3!
Third in the series
By Steven Curran
The Rose Calamity
Have you ever really looked
At a boquet of roses
The eyes and the ears
The mouths and the noses...
For when you do buy them
They are pretty my friend
But has anyone ever told you
What takes place start to end...
They are put in a vase
That is filled half with water
And herein the beginning
Of all the disorder...
At first they stand straight
Seen by the naked eye
But can you see their legs and arms
Oh no, its no lie...
They reach out to choke
The other one's stem
With the most pompous of attitudes
They could never be friends...
It's a fierce competition
To see who can last
And the ones that wilt over
To the nether so do pass...
For the last rose is standing
All others have died
And to her mighty glory
An ill-fated surprise...
In short time comes the human
With outstretching hands that thrash
Firm grip upon the roses
Snatched up in a flash...
And for a brief moment
If that rose only knew
What was considered victorious
Was a farce through and through...
Thrown away to the garbage
Together laid to rest
And the biggest lesson learned
Interdependence or death...
Next time they will work
Together as one
To escape the evil vase
And RUN RUN RUN...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
By Steven Curran
The Rose Calamity
Have you ever really looked
At a boquet of roses
The eyes and the ears
The mouths and the noses...
For when you do buy them
They are pretty my friend
But has anyone ever told you
What takes place start to end...
They are put in a vase
That is filled half with water
And herein the beginning
Of all the disorder...
At first they stand straight
Seen by the naked eye
But can you see their legs and arms
Oh no, its no lie...
They reach out to choke
The other one's stem
With the most pompous of attitudes
They could never be friends...
It's a fierce competition
To see who can last
And the ones that wilt over
To the nether so do pass...
For the last rose is standing
All others have died
And to her mighty glory
An ill-fated surprise...
In short time comes the human
With outstretching hands that thrash
Firm grip upon the roses
Snatched up in a flash...
And for a brief moment
If that rose only knew
What was considered victorious
Was a farce through and through...
Thrown away to the garbage
Together laid to rest
And the biggest lesson learned
Interdependence or death...
Next time they will work
Together as one
To escape the evil vase
And RUN RUN RUN...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT! by cindy tevis
We have much more from Steven coming up soon, but I had to post my newest poem.
A little Halloween Enthusiast Humor
A new one from me.
(graphic by: chibiville)
TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!
By: Cindy Tevis
Hidden from view
Dark, and spooky
Is the world of a few
Just a little kookie
It’s the land of Halloween
Others can’t comprehend
Even though they pretend
To show interest
In this world that we’ve found
We can’t imagine a life
Without Pumpkins and spiders
Candy corn treats
and hot apple cider
Breathing the black
The orange, and white
Never harming a soul
Or causing a fright
Just leave us to our little town
But when October comes by
They all want to fly
Over to our side of sanity
We are the best folks around
When Halloween parties abound
Which serves as a boost to our vanity
Just treat us right
Or this Halloween night
You may get a big revelation
Instead of inviting you
To our big event
You may be our new decoration!
A little Halloween Enthusiast Humor
A new one from me.
(graphic by: chibiville)
TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!
By: Cindy Tevis
Hidden from view
Dark, and spooky
Is the world of a few
Just a little kookie
It’s the land of Halloween
Others can’t comprehend
Even though they pretend
To show interest
In this world that we’ve found
We can’t imagine a life
Without Pumpkins and spiders
Candy corn treats
and hot apple cider
Breathing the black
The orange, and white
Never harming a soul
Or causing a fright
Just leave us to our little town
But when October comes by
They all want to fly
Over to our side of sanity
We are the best folks around
When Halloween parties abound
Which serves as a boost to our vanity
Just treat us right
Or this Halloween night
You may get a big revelation
Instead of inviting you
To our big event
You may be our new decoration!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
My Kind of Town by cindy tevis
Oh Yeah.... Halloween by cindy tevis
Autunm Breeze by cindy tevis
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Fairy Miracles
Do you believe in things unseen?
Miracles you can't explain?
Have you ever heard the fluttering of wings?
Felt a softness on your skin as if caressed by a breeze?
Thought you heard soft music playing?
Smelled a heavenly fragrance in the air?
Have you ever had an overwhelming feeling
of love when alone?
Felt a new burst of energy when you
couldn't take another step?
If not, I assure you if you lay your cares and worries aside,
and for a moment be a part of all creation
you will find there just may be a fairy nearby.
Sherry Byrum
Byrum Art
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Darkness by cindy tevis
This is my submission for a challenge in SEHA (along with a little art work) for May. So it's a sneak peek, so to say.
Deep in the woods, cauldrons bubble
Witches screech as they're stirring up trouble
Dark Fairies quiver around the flames
Reciting all of their enemies names
The moon glows red with fury and fright
While peering down on this ominous sight
Bad things happen out in the deep
Dark, dark woods while we are asleep
Snug at home in our nice little beds
With pleasant dreams filling our heads
If we only knew what evil abounds
In the darkest corners of our little towns
We must only hope that our sacred names
Are not being chanted around those flames
Sleep well, sleep well through the hours of darkness
The sun will shine soon and in all of it's starkness
The creatures will go back to their shadowy world
And we'll not be aware of the strife they've unfurled
C. Tevis
Deep in the woods, cauldrons bubble
Witches screech as they're stirring up trouble
Dark Fairies quiver around the flames
Reciting all of their enemies names
The moon glows red with fury and fright
While peering down on this ominous sight
Bad things happen out in the deep
Dark, dark woods while we are asleep
Snug at home in our nice little beds
With pleasant dreams filling our heads
If we only knew what evil abounds
In the darkest corners of our little towns
We must only hope that our sacred names
Are not being chanted around those flames
Sleep well, sleep well through the hours of darkness
The sun will shine soon and in all of it's starkness
The creatures will go back to their shadowy world
And we'll not be aware of the strife they've unfurled
C. Tevis
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Halloween Is Here by Claire!
Halloween is here
When ghosts and ghouls appear
Black cats and witches come out at night
And sail on broomsticks in full flight!
Claire Hughes
See her blog: Clairedulalune
My first poem entry and prize winner! Congrats Claire! Great poem too!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Light's Out! by cindy tevis
Gusting wind, and dark, dark skies
Cheshire smiles and glowing eyes
Creeping things are all around
Your deepest fears are what you've found
Inside your soul, you want to scream
But, it's Ok it's Halloween!
Stopping at each lighted porch
Holding dear your flashlight torch
Knock on the door, it'll be alright
You must enjoy this magic night
For soon the chimes will strike eight
Then you'll sadly meet your fate
It's down the street and home you go
With your mask and bag in tow
In bed, and ready to take a bite
Mother says "Turn out the light"
. . . "enough excitement for one night"
C. Tevis
Sleepy Days by cindy tevis
Thursday, April 23, 2009
My Favorite Night by cindy tevis
Orange Soldiers by cindy tevis
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Spooky House by cindy tevis
Walk up to a spooky house
Being quiet as a mouse
Feel the hair rise on your back
As you walk into the black
You run and try to open the door
But it won't open anymore
You try the window, but it's stuck tight
You know you won't survive the night
All you wanted was a treat
Your mortal fate is what you meet
If you make it through this fright
You'll stick with houses that have a light.
C. Tevis
The Experience by cindy tevis
Halloween Memories by cindy tevis
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Tagged by Claire
The wonderful and fun Claire from Clairedulalune.blogspot.com has tagged me.
Here are my 6 things that I love:
1. Morgan my almost 4 year old Grand Daughter, truly the light of my life!
2. My Daughters Rachel and Shari, and my Husband Randy, they are my heart and soul.
3. My 15 year old Cat Dootsy, my silent companion (except when he is hungry!)
4. My house, when it is clean and organized (almost NEVER)
5. Anything Halloween, especially Halloween Owls.
6. My blogging and SEHA friends, they are something that just a year ago I didn't realize how badly I was in need of
I am Tagging:
Debb
from Halloween jingles bells boo
Heather
from witch hollow primitiives
And Rachel
from dark art garden
Here are my 6 things that I love:
1. Morgan my almost 4 year old Grand Daughter, truly the light of my life!
2. My Daughters Rachel and Shari, and my Husband Randy, they are my heart and soul.
3. My 15 year old Cat Dootsy, my silent companion (except when he is hungry!)
4. My house, when it is clean and organized (almost NEVER)
5. Anything Halloween, especially Halloween Owls.
6. My blogging and SEHA friends, they are something that just a year ago I didn't realize how badly I was in need of
I am Tagging:
Debb
from Halloween jingles bells boo
Heather
from witch hollow primitiives
And Rachel
from dark art garden