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Hi and welcome!! Please click the link below to take you to the main site!
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Underneath, you will find a poem written by my younger daughter, Heather, some years ago.
HALLOWEEN
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The Wicked Old Witch
by Heather, aged 9 (c)1999
The wicked old witch
Sat on her broom
Across the sky
Over the moon
The wicked
old vampire
Drank some blood
Poor old woman
That is no good
The wicked old ghost
Scared some people
Flew around the churchyard
And over the steeple
The wicked old devil
Lured people to his lair
Don't
go down there
Unless you dare
The wicked old monster
Walked into a few hundred walls
Killed some people
In their halls.
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Hallowe'en
by Kathryn Jackson
Isn't it fun
To be looking so scary
That you shiver and shake
In your boots -
To be dressed up as witches
Or scarecrows or ghosts
Or in terrible
Skeleton suits?
Isn't it fun
With the dark trees all bare,
And the frightened moon
Staring between,
To be out
in the night,
And to be such a sight,
When it's shivery
Dark Hallowe'en?
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