|Don't go into the Cemetery Alone
(especially on All Hallows Eve when the moon is full)
.......by Carol Abbott, October, 2003 ©
Back in '95, little Reggie was generally thought of as a bully.
always described him as really pushy,
and ready for a fight......rambunctious, crude and loud.
Let's just say: If there was trouble around,
you'd likely find him somewhere in the crowd.
nights, when the moon was full,
and shadowed like a skull.
All smart kids could tell ya, that ghosts
walked amid the cemetery stones, a 'frighting time' to pull.
this particular terrible night, an owl hooted down from a tree,
"Halt! Don't go another step!"
There are spooks afoot that you won't want to meet.
And maybe even a ghoul or two, I'll bet!
to his mates,"Hey, let's use the old bone yard
to cut over to Elm Street.
There's lots more houses over there
to fill our bags with treats."
other kids all shied away and shouted,
"Oh, no, Reg!" "Reg, don't go!" they said.
But Reggie laughed and called 'em chicken
and raced off full steam ahead.
of his safety, Reggie was looking for
a short-cut path to go for more 'tricks and treats'.
And ventured into the grave yard
on his very foolish feet.
leaves swished and crackled underfoot
in a very spooky, mysterious way.
All too soon, Reg was all alone.
But still too greedy to change his mind and stay.
|Even when he
heard the call of the owl,
and the beating wings of a bat.
Not to mention the whispering of the wind
and the yowling of a cat.
hurry, flurry of creatures
hidden in tall grass.
The rustle of the bushes and a groan
that caused our little Reggie to gasp!
of a sudden, our brave young lad
realized he could hear no other human voice.
And now the dilemma: To go back OR
To Go On - is a really desperate choice.
the fates have played Reg's hand for him.
It's no longer in his power.
He's in the trap and chance will choose for him.
It could well be his final hour.
headstrong, ornery boy is Reg.
And it's as true as we can tell.
But, if Reg can run swift and strong to make escape.
He may live to tell his tale.
wreathed round the moldering stones
and skeleton bones rattled up ahead.
A line of evil looking, candle-lighted Jacks bordered the path
at his feet and Poor Reg was filled with dread.
tallest Skeleton loomed up into his view
and made haste to block his way.
Reg reached right down into his bag and offered
a fine treat. (With it, he hoped his freedom to pay.)
less than the time it took to think
that he might just make it out,
he sensed a presence at his back
and swiftly swung about.
nearly had him in it's grasp!
But shrieking, Reggie ran!
And dodging, weaving he raced for freedom
from the whole hideous Cemetery Band.
never stopped running until he leaped
the waist high fence in an awkward single bound.
And he ran right home, slammed the front door shut
and hid under his bed, never making another sound.
Halloween night several years ago
still lives on in memory.
It was the night that Reggie learned that
there are A LOT OF THINGS that are scarier than he.
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