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.
It was the spooks and goblins came,
That was what I heer’d.
They tiptoed through the yard
In the dark of night.
That’s when I heard the rustling leaves
That gave me such a fright.
But on my doorstep in the morn,
There was a package left.
They didn’t want to be accused
Of ingratitude or theft.
For when they took the apples
They made a little swap,
And left behind for me to see
A be-ribboned yellow mop.
Taped on the mop, there was a note
And this is what it said,
If we’d left a broom behind
You’d try to fly and then you might…
***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.