The Haunters Lot
A year spent in contemplation
The summer days a crawl
And thoughts comprise of dark surprise
As Haunters wait for Fall.
Friends shake their heads in wonder
And family understands
While we create our fright landscape
With thought and heart and hand.
A simple occupation
This yearly nightmare scene
As yard or lot like canvas taut
Is changed by grisly theme.
With plotting and with planning
And some frenzied production
The lights, the fog, the folks agog
Fuels our fright filled seduction.
Days dwindle down to nothing
As with a final gasp
The stage is set for Halloweens get
And ends our yearly task.
By A. E.