Some people have gnomes, figurines, or cement geese to dress.
In their garden, on their lawn, or next to the fence.
Me I have a flag pole at my side door.
With a flag for any season, colors galore.
But hanging in all weather for weeks in a row.
Brings fading and shredding, the wear starts to show.
So it’s off the store in search of new flags.
To hang on the pole in place of the rags.
It was out with the green witch and her crystal ball.
In with the cat and pumpkin in colors of fall.
I like the new flag. Boy you are really getting ready for Halloween. I will be lucky if I remember to get candy for the trick and treaters.
I am enjoying your poems very much.
Pretty Kitty and his friend Jack.
I love how you celebrate with style and eloquence.
I liked the witched a lot, but the brighter colors in the new flag just call out to me. I love that one.
Do you get many trick-or-treaters for Halloween? I get the impression your neighbors are few and far between.
Jeff I have lived here for six years on the 29th of this month and have never had one trick or treater. We have neighbors within seeing distance but it is awfully dark out there and the walk from the street to the house can get scary. I miss the days of 100 to 150 kids coming to the door.
Diane you are a poet and I love it!
Maria the truth be told I would have love to have been a writer but I’m not disciplined enough.
Cindy The colors are what grabbed me by the eyeballs also. All that pleasure for only $12.99 plus tax. You can’t beeat it!
I miss the good old days of Halloween fun myself. We used to roam the neighborhood in packs and collect enough candy to last us… well… days. In the 1960’s when I was a wee tike going trick or treating with my older brother the most dangerous thing we ever got was a cigar that found its way into my brother’s stash.
My dad used to take a “tax” of our candy every year. He also took the cigar.
We used to do a Figure 8 of walking. My cousin and I would go around my neighborhood, then stash the loot at my house. Then off on her side, and come back. We had pillowcases because paper bags weren’t strong enough.
Trading and comparing candy and giving our moms the stuff we didn’t like. To this day, I cannot stand Sugar Daddy suckers. Blech…
I might not even turn on the porch light this year, because last year the only requests came from college students who live in the apartments and frat house a couple blocks over.
I feed enough college students already.