In the spirit of the holiday, I offer this classic from Harry Behn's book The Little Hill.
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!
Here are Friday's Famous Firsts:
1. "In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon."
2. "These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket."
Can you identify the title and author for each work?