The Ghost of Autumn Past

Last year in our own backyard
Why not look back
And reminisce?
Our time together
I'll cherish forever

You and I talk every day
And all the time
You are my intended
Life with you is splendid

Together we see the world
As with beauty and humor
Every day is new
Life is exciting with you

Something Wonderful

Nothing is perfect
Nor is anyone
Anyone who says different
Is someone to shun

Snake oil sales
Are through the roof
Will fix what ails you
And they have proof

You and I know
It's a load of bull
Take it as humor
Something wonderful

Even grey days
Make the air feel cool
Then sun breaks though
Something wonderful

How a single leaf
Is beyond belief
Nature shares with you
Something wonderful

Autumn Harvest Thanks

Just a seedling
This one has attitude
Dropped here by the wind
Soon it took up root

Fall Harvest
Is everywhere
Just look around
Don't be scared

It may be Halloween
That will give you a fright
I like to see it more
As the Crescent Moon so bright

Fall Harvest
Is everywhere
Just look around
Don't be scared

Give thanks every day
I think there is a God
But I'm not religious
You might find this odd

Fall Harvest
Is everywhere
Just look around
Don't be scared

Happy Halloween ๐ŸŽƒ

It's time for Trick or Treat
Beginning of the season
That makes the year complete

Celebrate the harvest
Of all good things

All Souls Day
Time to remember
Those who've gone away

The Best Day Ever

The best day is Today
(Until tomorrow)
All we have is our time
It's nothing we can borrow

Things, do they matter?
(Why yes, they do!)
But just for a short while
Until we're through

A leaf, a sky
(Such beautiful things)
Our friends and loved ones
The best that life brings

Tree Wise Guys

We tree guys
Of Orient Aint
Our good looks
Will make you faint

We've arrived
To cheer you up
Pour some beer
Into our cups

Never too early
To deck the halls
Fill the tree
With colored balls

The Thing In The Attic

The Thing in the Attic
Neither Goddess or God
It snorts and it grunts
And smells rather odd

We never go up there
We leave it alone
It frightens us nightly
It's low steady moan

They said it was haunted
We didn't believe
We thought what we wanted
Our selves we deceived

The Haunted Organ

In the basement 
I hear music
No one's down there
I hear noise

Someone's singing
More like moaning
Like a banshee
High pitched voice

Descend the staircase
Turn on the light
The sound has stopped now
Nothing in sight


Glass Insulator
Food for Thought

Only Sent
To the Dead
Forelorn Messages
Never Were Read

The Curious Demise of Bob Ghoul

Bob Ghoul
Had a young wife
Used Strychnine
To try to take her life

In his haste
His own cup he laced
He caught it too late
His own life he did take

Tis advice for you
Karma is the rule
Do unto others
Or end up a ghoul