Tiny princesses in colors bright
and wee pirates who of treats delight.
Have come and gone on All Hallows night
giving naught but glee ne'er a fright.

Colors getting vibrant in bright sunshine
greens become red, yellow, brown in time.
Billowing winds making church bells chime
calling to all in Autumns rhyme.

'Fore fall wanes we honor those who fought
with that sacrafice our freedoms bought.
Thier own comfort, giving not a thought
Hail them we do, or at least we aught.

Now our ancestors feast we prepare
to celebrate and show we still care.
As winter looms in shadowy air
for all they braved, yet do we dare.