Goblins and witches,
Folks can't see.
And folks can't touch!
Have you seen the ghost of John?
Long white bones with the skin all gone?
Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?!
Sitting on a tombstone
A ghost came up and said,
"Sorry to disturb you,
But you're sitting on my head!"
Just some old Halloween poems I remember back in grade school. You never know what memories, buried deep down inside you, will come to life when you're creating. Things you haven't thought about in 20-30 years, suddenly pop into your head.
Maybe it was the simple act of making old-fashioned blocks that freed my mind enough to let it wander back to 1983. My 8th grade class carried on a Halloween tradition of putting on a haunted house for the lower grades. We dressed in costumes, learned "Pumpkin Carols" and did the "Monster-Mash."
Do any of you remember "cloak rooms"? These were long rooms connected to our class, where we'd hang our coats and lunchbags. We used this room as the final stretch to our haunted house. Older boys hid inside to scare the unsuspecting smaller kids who dared enter. And it fun....until......another boy punched John Brown in the nose. I don't know if the haunted house tradition continued after our class, but at least I've got my memories!