This All Hallows’ Eve go outside and I swear,
If you look to the fields you’ll see them out there.
Spooks, ghouls and gremlins flourish in the fields,
that odd floating lights and low grumbles yield.
With their sharp gnashing teeth and sleepless vampires,
They revel in the crop fields ‘tween the telephone wires.
Haunting and howling with an unearthly glow,
They ravage the landscape between the fencerows.
At dusk rows of rustling crops stand stalwart ‘til last light,
Then the beasts roar in and feast through the night.
But it’s not those long evil autumn nights that scare me the most —
It’s the empty fields that remain filled with silent harvest ghosts!Read More »