"........things that go bump in the night."...... Stephen King
The sun was just beginning to set
Still deep in the woods was I
Ill missing the path I was lost and alone
A dark cloud had covered the sky
But what I saw bewildered my eyes
A door a white door indeed
A door just a door nothing holding it up
My curious mind needed feed
At first I thought it was Halloween
Ghosts, goblins, bats, witch, and such
The jack-o-lanterns No! were laughing at me
A zombie was using a crutch
I had to get fast out of this place
For scarier sights I saw
The door the white door I was seeking to find
Appeared as I stood there in awe
I reached to open and did just iin time
For The Headless Horseman was near
The woods were all dark but I felt safer still
The white door was "gone" so was fear
Jane Noponen Perinacci
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Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2014
Jane, This was Really good!! I enjoyed it!
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Always,
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