The Empty Barrels…a Halloween Poem, by Cynthia & Amanda Brast
The Empty Barrels…a Halloween Poem
What happened to the apples?
They’ve all disappeared.
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It was the spooks and goblins came,
That was what I heer’d.
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They tiptoed through the yard
In the dark of night.
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That’s when I heard the rustling leaves
That gave me such a fright.
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But on my doorstep in the morn,
There was a package left.
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They didn’t want to be accused
Of ingratitude or theft.
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For when they took the apples
They made a little swap,
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And left behind for me to see
A be-ribboned yellow mop.
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Taped on the mop, there was a note
And this is what it said,
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If we’d left a broom behind
You’d try to fly and then you might…
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End
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Up
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Dead!
***Text and photographs copyright 2011 by Cynthia Brast. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without the expressed written consent of the author.
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