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Informations provenant du Partage des connaissances anglais.Modifiez pour passer à votre langue.
I like winter, spring, summer, and fall. In the fall I like fall best of all. What I like most is A witch or a ghost is Quite likely to pay me a call.
—Beatrice Schenk de Regnier
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Informations provenant du Partage des connaissances anglais.Modifiez pour passer à votre langue.
Autumn Ghost Sounds
When the moon rides high, up overhead— and I am snug and warm, in bed— in the autumn dark the ghosts move ’round, making their mournful, moaning sound.
I listen to know when the ghosts go by. I hear a wail, and I hear a sigh.
But I can’t quite tell which I hear the most— the wind, or the wail of some passing ghost.
—Author Unknown
Halloween
Witches flying past on broomsticks, Black cats leaping here and there, White-robed spooks on every corner, Mournful moaning in the air, Goblins peering out of windows, Spirit-things that rap and run— But don’t be scared—it’s just October, Having one last hour of fun!
—Mary Jane Carr
The Skeleton Walks
Right after our Thanksgiving feast Our turkey’s bones went hobblin’ To Joan the wicked witch’s house To be her turkey goblin.
—X. J. Kennedy
The Witch in the Wintry Wood
This is the story of timid Tim who thought that witches went after him when the night was dark and the moon was dim. Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
This is the tale of how Tim one night didn’t start home until candlelight when the sky was black and the snow was white. Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
He walked through the woods like a frightened goat, his muffler twisted around his throat, expecting to jump at a witch’s note: “Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.”
Out of the night came a sheep dog’s yowl, which Tim was sure was a witch’s howl, a terrible witch on a wintry prowl. Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
Tim, the timid, began to race, certain he sighted a witch’s face back of each shadowy hiding place. Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
He ran through the woods on his lonely trek till horrors! a hand went round his neck, holding his headlong flight in check. Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
Around his throat went a witch’s hand that jerked poor Tim to a sudden stand. His heart was water, his legs were sand! Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
Nobody knows how long he stood with that hand on his throat in the silent wood until he could find some hardihood ... Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
Then he looked around like a shaky calf, thinking of words for his epitaph, and “Oh, ho, ho!” he began to laugh ... Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
For what he saw was a funny sight— it wasn’t a witch at his throat by night, but a pine branch pulling his muffler tight! Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
The more Tim chuckled, the more he thought how most of his fears were like mufflers caught and stretched much tighter than mufflers ought. Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
And the end of this story of timid Tim is—nevermore, when the night was dim, did he fear that witches were after him! Woo-HOO, woo-HOO, woo-HOO.
—Aileen Fisher
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Informations provenant du Partage des connaissances anglais.Modifiez pour passer à votre langue.
Hallowe’en
Tonight is the night When dead leaves fly Like witches on switches Across the sky, When elf and sprite Flit through the night On a moony sheen.
Tonight is the night When leaves make a sound Like a gnome in his home Under the ground, When spooks and trolls Creep out of holes Mossy and green.
Tonight is the night When pumpkins stare Through sheaves and leaves Everywhere, When ghoul and ghost And goblin host Dance round their queen. It’s Hallowe’en!