Halloween Night

( This poem was written by my ten year old grandson Jordan Clark Moore )

One spooky Halloween night

I was out trick or treating

When I came upon a scary

Haunted house.

It didn't look that bad for

Trick or treating so I

Decided to walk up the rocky


When I finally reached the

Door and knocked a tall green

Man greeted me with a nasty

Big grin.

He jerked me in his house and

Pulled out his razor blade and

Was fixing to stab me when I

Suddenly awoke and felt

Goose-bumps all over my back.

I am never going to sleep on a

Halloween night again because

I do not want to have a bad

Nightmare like I just did.

Jordan Clark Moore © 9-23-2000