Chad is my name
Halloween is my day
A bunch of spooks tied up in a knot
Do you know if they’re real or not?

Spiders and goblins, jack o’ lanterns*
A bunch of bats up in a steeple
Vampires, bogles (Scottish for “ghost”)**
And my dad (dressed up) always scaring people***
Going along the river’s coast
Ed (my uncle) dresses up like a ghost****

*I’m fudging this line – it’s the only one that, for whatever reason, just won’t come back to me…

**In the 3rd grade, I only ever checked out books of ghost stories from the school library. I had just learned what a “bogle” was.

***My father would put on a ghost costume when he took us trick ‘r’ treating – long, gauzy sheet, two eyeholes, and he’d wear sunglasses underneath to make sure the eyes were black. He would stand in the street, motionless, and let the wind flap his sheet as we rang each doorbell. In retrospect, I can only imagine how creepy that looked to people answering the door for me and my sister!

****My Uncle Ed had a huge plot of land on the Arkansas River, where I spent a lot of (happy) time as a kid. I don’t know that he ever actually dressed up as a ghost, but hey, I needed lines for my poem.