Small Ghosts of Hallowe'en

They look, so little walking down the street,
How can they hope to frighten anyone?
Yet crib-sheets bravely flap about their feet
And Jack o'lanterns light the road, to fun.
Old Mammy walks discreetly in the rear,
Tonight they would not let her hold their hands.
Please, someone, make a fine display of fear!
One who, remembering childhood, understands.

LmS WILSON TURNER.