Halloween

Jack-o-Lanterns held so tight,
Faces lighting up the night;
Laughing voices, tiny hearts,
Playing witch and goblin parts;
Thrilling to the chilling breeze,
Making ghosts of swaying trees;
The moon an orange shining sphere,
Freezing tots in wondrous fear;
To the world in lofty towers,
Childhood says, “This night is ours!”