Up until now, my poetry presented here has been unrhymed. I have also written many rhymed poetry. The following has been published in the Bangor Daily News at Halloween time:
The night could not be darker.
The wind is shrill and loud.
The moon looks almost frightened
as it haies behind a cloud.
An owl hoots in the distance.
Dry leaves fall from the trees.
Ripe pumpkins line the gardens,
And puddles start to freeze.
A cat screames from a fencepost.
All kinds of spooks are seen.
We think they are trick--or--treaters.
Who knows? It's Halloween!
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