The house was set high on a hill-
It had a windmill, in the yard, that stood still.
.
No one ever dared go up the driveway-
For there were tales, from back in the day.
.
Tales that said a witch lived up on the hill-
And she’d get you, if you ever got close to that
windmill.
.
So everyone stayed away, and no one there was to
be seen-
Until the new boy in town, decided to go there,
on the recent night of Halloween.
.
Everyone watched him as he walked up the driveway,
and then he went past-
The windmill, and kept going further, as everyone
was aghast.
.
He headed closer to the darkened scary front door-
Those watching did not know what next would
be in store.
.
The door opened and a nice little old lady
filled up the boy’s bag, all the way to the top-
It was about to overflow, and finally she had
to stop.
.
The boy then came down the driveway without
much harry-
The only problem that he had was the bag was a
bit heavy to carry.
.
All the other kids, who had been watching were
in awe-
There was no witch, to get them from what they
just saw.
.
Those tales that they had heard just weren’t true-
They had missed out on much, as they now
headed up the driveway, to get some treats too.
.
The house was set high on a hill-
It had a windmill, in the yard, that stood still.
-2014-
Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 