Scarecrow Samhain Blessing
Left then right into a corn maze
As the sun flickers on October;
Laughter transforms to screaming
As we spot a scarecrow,
A pipe smoking but it’s not lit;
Trick me, treat me he says
By all means creep me.
Welcome, this field is not as it seems,
Flashlights on or the spirits will see.
Blessed be, blessed Samhain.
- Melani Udaeta -
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