Hallow Eve
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Hallow EveI wrote this one when my kids were little and still enjoyed trick-or-treating. I know it is kind of short, but it says what I wanted to convey. |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.