Ghosts On Parade

Ghosts On Parade
By Fay Herridge

The drums are banging
And cymbals are clanging;
The ghosts are on parade.
All up and down
The streets of town;
The ghosts are on parade.

The trumpets are blowing,
The noise is growing;
The ghosts are on parade.
All dressed in white
Such a funny sight;
The ghosts are on parade.

The dogs are howling
And cats are prowling;
While ghosts are on parade.
The pumpkins glow,
As excitement grows;
The ghosts are on parade

Sounds of running feet,
Cries of ‘Trick or Treat’ –
And ghosts are on parade.
What sights are seen
When it’s Halloween –
And ghosts are on parade.


Ghosts On Parade

Now retired, after 39 years as a Librarian, Fay Herridge is a voracious reader, avid family historian, and a love of writing. She also enjoys walking, gardening, knitting, crocheting and photography; and is active in church and community events. Her poems and stories have been published in newspapers and magazines. “Satisfaction comes when others enjoy my work while inspiration comes from anywhere and everywhere.”
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    Jacki Hopper1 year ago

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem Ghost Parade… Having lived across 3 cemeteries growing up…. Lol…. And have had actual eerie encounters at both Watson’s Mill and Bytown Museum…
    I’ve had a poem published in Story Quilt about Bytown Museum, I look forward to reading more of your stuff, Thankyou👍👌👻🎃


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