Poem: “All Hallow’s Eve”



On All Hallow’s Eve
Doth blow the leave
Bare branches
Bend down to the ground.
Children believe
And simply conceive
There’s evil
And it’s all around.
So pumpkins all lit
Trick or treat just a bit
All costumed they
Go through the town.
They face with much wit
Tell jokes that do fit
For fun
It’s really quite sound.
And then it’s November
Until cold December
Times black
That we all must pass.
But Catholics remember
All Saints’ Day each member
Dark’s contrast…
Gold Light of the Mass!

Hilary M. Flanery


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