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The House On The Hill
by SHERRY G HEIM → (All Poetry by SHERRY G HEIM)
Sunday, October 30, 2022 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Halloween fun.

I painted this picture last week and decided to write a Halloween poem to go with it. The House On The Hill At the end of the road Where the edge is quite curled Stands an old cragy house That is not from this world This house on the hill Is where nobody stays It's haunted by night Then disappears in the days But on Halloween night As it's lit by the moon All the empty old rooms Will be filled up quite soon There'll be spirits of evil Who go there to play Because All Hallows Eve Is their own special day There'll be dancing and howling And tricks will be played The shadows they cast Through the windows displayed There'll be werewolves and mummies And goblilns and ghouls Warlocks and witches Who cackle like fools They all gather to show us Just who rules this night As they cast eerie spells With fiendish delight So heed what I say And don't go too near For it's said you'll be captured And not returned for a year Sherry Gail Heim October 30, 2022 Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2022

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on May 1, 2023

What a great seasonal poem, Sherry. Enjoyed.

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on November 1, 2022

The problem is you captured me "at the end of the road." I could have been that low-hanging ghost.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 31, 2022

You must have been "captured," because it seems like you only return with a Halloween poem at this time each year. We need to see your poems more often like this classic one you have written from inspiration of your painting. I love the little black cat peeking from from his perch on the branch.

Ron

Reviewed by Aubrey Hammack

What a play on words. Sherry, I like this. You�ve got some talent girl. Well written.

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on October 30, 2022

That sounds pretty scary, I will be sure to not go near it, Sherry

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Well done Sherry, reminds me of the old days in the den when we had such goulish competition into the macrabre world of poetry.
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