The House on Lonely Hill

by Gary Davis
(Fairfax, Virgina)

After going around the town, there’s one more Halloween thrill.
The kids march through the woods to the house on Lonely Hill.

But they always return home, shiv’ring in fright.
The treats come from a lady silent, ethereal and shim’ring white.

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by: Anonymous

NICE ONE! Enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing. X

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