Trick or Treat
Out at the curb I wait, flashlight in hand;
I smile and watch them venture to the door.
A pirate, ghost, and witch -- my merry band
of children, seeking goodies by the score.
My oldest boy tonight an eye patch donned,
the youngest one cut eye holes in his sheet.
Their sister, with a pointed hat and wand
is leading this excursion to get treats.
The annual tradition did begin
at dusk upon this cold October night;
a smiling face carved into a pumpkin
echoes their young expressions of delight
For jack-o-lantern porches surely mean,
“Welcome children, and Happy Halloween!”
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