For Sherri's Coloring the World Contest - using her weekly prompt |
THE BEWITCHING HOUR I'm not afraid of the bewitching hour for I'm protected by a Higher Power! No ghosts or goblins or scary creature will dare to come! I'll call a Preacher! No bats that fly into my room at night will dare turn into vampires at the sight of me sleeping peacefully in my bed when I have a crucifix above my head. Creepy movies I never watch at all, I don't listen for footsteps in the hall. No tricks or treats for this old lady, Halloween parties seem a bit shady. Oh, I remember when I was young and thought that it was all great fun. We would dress up in goulish gear and then laugh until it brought a tear. We were up to no good way back then dressed in black like boogey-men We would raid the refrigerator for eggs and run down the street on shaky legs! Dastardly deeds we always carried out until we made our old neighbors shout. We knocked on the door of an old crone who lived in a run-down, old, old home. The door opened as she heard our knocks, the sight of her scared us out of our socks! A witch she was and in my wildest dreams I can still hear her and my silent screams! That night I gave up the trick or treating and went instead to a great revival meeting. It changed my life and it is now my belief that God would never cause me such grief! And so, dear friends, do what you must, just remember that in God we still trust. Countrymom 10/5/09! |