Remembering Halloween-A Poem

Halloween (‘60’s era)

Eve Gaal

Whence we were little goblins-

groovy lithe witches

and rascally cowboys—

nothing wicked mind you,

perchance slightly mischievous-

waiting to run down the street--

giggling from house to house--

proudly shouting trick or treat.

Plans devised for a soulful celebration

powered behind glued on sequins--

the hubris of green felt--- pink ribbons.

Boasting about goals

to fill giant sacs-

we snickered behind our plastic masks--

zooming with super powers-

our hearts charged with wonder.

Beaming at our bounty of sugary fun--

spread like treasure on the breakfast table:

Golden wrapped toffees—

Mr. Goodbars even Bazooka gum.

Black and orange wrapped peanut taffy-

a caramel apple lovingly made by a granny next door-

perhaps a box of Crackerjacks with a small green whistle

you still keep in a drawer-

to remind you of a distant magic--

when shadows cast swirling leaves--

as frolicking ghosts in rustling trees

announced it’s

Hallow’s eve.