In the innocence of my childhood ,
We laughed and we played as children should .
Especially on Halloween night ,
And there was nothing wrong with my kite .
Our false faces we wore for a laugh ,
As we walked to the door up the path .
When we were allowed to stay up late ,
And watched from the saftety of our gate ,
All the fireworks on Haloween night .
Short fused bangers and rockets in flight .
Cartwheels spinning and sparklers flashing ,
We had a great time , it was smashing .
On Halloween when the spooks came out ,
There were squibs jammed up the water spout .
I rememeber how it was to hold ,
The magic of the stories we told ,
Of Halloween until it was gone .
Now here I am now , many years on .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-11-09 00:10:57
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