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It is Hallowe’en evening
The scariest night of the year.
My friends and I are trick or treating
When suddenly we hear.
A screech and a shriek
And out of the sky
A witch on a broom dives
At my friends and I.
We duck and we scatter
Consumed with great fear
For it is Hallowe’en evening
The scariest night of the year.
“Don’t be afraid” she cackles.
“I’ve only come to see
If you want to go flying
On my broom with me.”
We stare at the witch
Not sure what to do
Her hat is all black
And her dress is, too.
Her nose is hooked down
With a wart on the tip
But there’s a gleam in her eyes
And a smile on her lips.
“Don’t be afraid,” she says
When we still hesitate
“My name is Kathy
And I don’t have time to wait.”
We look at each other
Then without any frowns
We nod and we grin
And jump up and down.
“How will we fit?”
I ask skeptically
For the broom is too short
To hold us all perfectly.
“Just hop aboard,” she crows.
“And you will see.
Climb one at a time.
Right up behind me.”
We all leap on easily
There is plenty of room
For the handle grows longer.
It is a magical broom.
When we are all settled
She gives a laugh and a hoot
And up into the sky
All of us swoop.
We zig through the buildings
Of the lighted downtown
We zoom up the Whitemud
And then back on down.
We stop at Fort Edmonton Park
An historic place that is so vast
The board sidewalks, the steam train
The covered wagons of the past.
There is a Ferris wheel
And a merry-go-round
With lots of pretty horses
Going up and down.
Kathy calls out with delight
“On to West Edmonton Mall.”
And with cheers and shouts
We whizz through the halls.
The stores are all decorated
The children dressed in creepy gear
For it is Hallowe’en evening
The scariest night of the year.
We streak through the night
Down to the Edmonton zoo
To see the zebras and lemurs
And the pelicans, too.
But instead of the tigers
The camels and gibbons.
There are zombies and ghouls
And skeletons and goblins
They stretch and they reach
They lunge and they grasp
Trying to catch the broom
While my friends and I gasp.
But Kathy the Witch
Laughs out with glee
As we dodge and we dart
And get ready to flee.
“Come back, come back,”
One of the ghouls bellows.
“Yes,” pleads a skeleton.
“We are really nice fellows.”
Kathy turns the broom
As we cringe in fear.
For it is Hallowe’en evening
The scariest night of the year.
“Ah, ha,” yells the goblin
And as we fly by
He scrambles to reach us
But Kathy stays too high.
“Nice try,” she chortles
And she waves goodbye
As we fly safely away
We all give a sigh.
“Where are we going now?”
I ask, looking around.
Then I see we are arriving
At our favourite playground.
My friends and I laugh
As we dip and we glide
Through the net climbers
And backwards up the slide.
We loop de loop
Holding on tight
Zagging through the swings
As we enjoy the night.
“On to your school,” Kathy calls
And we head on our way.
Flying to the building
Where we spend our days.
The doors swing open
Letting us in
We swoop down the hallway
Making a din.
Our teachers jump sideways
As we draw near
For it is Hallowe’en evening
The scariest night of the year.
The flight finally ends
Kathy the Witch slows her broom
We all climb off easily
For there is plenty of room.
“Good night, my dear children.
It sure has been fun.
But I have to go now
It’s time that I run.”
“Thank you,” we call
As she flies out of sight.
We look at each other.
Wow, what a flight!
But our bags are empty
So to a house we scurry
All yelling trick or treat
We really have to hurry.
Someone opens the door
Their face full of fear
For it is Hallowe’en evening
The scariest night of the year.
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