It's Halloween! What a Treat! (fun Halloween poem for kids)

It's Halloween! What a Treat!

by L.V. Gaudet

(c) October 28, 2009

Spook’em time is here.

Oh what do you fear?

Bats and Barts and whoopee cushion farts?

Ghosts and posts and party hosts?

Here’s a wish for lots of Halloween candy

From your friends Robyn and Sidney

Stay smart and safe,

As you run every place.

But most of all have fun,

(And don’t forget to let your Mom or Dad

check that candy and gum)

This is a fun halloween poem I wrote for a card we made for my girls' friends.

Poem - Witches, Goblins, and Spooks - Oh My!

Witches, Goblins, and Spooks – Oh My!
© October 19, 2009
by L.V. Gaudet



Witches, goblins, and spooks – oh my!
Bats and ghosts flying in the sky.
Trick or treat and stamp your feet,
I want something good to eat.

Fairies, princesses, and ponies – oh dear!
Masks, makeup, and costumes are here.
Trick or treat and stamp your feet,
I want something good to eat.

Heroes, villains, and clowns – woohoo!
We are coming looking for you.
Trick or treat and stamp your feet,
I want something good to eat.

Give me chocolate, suckers, and candy
Any toys and treats will be just dandy.
Fill my bucket, bag, and pockets,
Look at all those sugar rockets.

Little scared pumpkin please don’t cry,
That’s only Halloween in the sky.
Here, I know what to do,
I’ll share my candy with you.

Poem - A Scare in the Air

A Scare in the Air By L. V. Gaudet © October 15, 2009 There is a crackle in the air, of crisp fall leaves crunching like the dry cackle of witches. Someone is hurrying over there, racing from darkened tree to darkened tree while holding up too big britches. Pumpkins lit and carved with care, eerie flames licking their hollowed insides in a dance of twitches. Ghosts hang from branches bare, billowing and cavorting with dragons and skeletons and green faces full of stitches. Houses decorated grimly to scare, goblins, ghouls, all manner of freakish delight. Hey you, don’t touch that over there! You don’t know what might crawl out on this dark night. If you venture out please do beware, for it is All Hallows’ Eve tonight. All manner of spooks are out on the scare, playing tricks and seeking treats on this dark night.

A Dark Corner of Poetry - Spring

Spring by L. V. Gaudet (c) April 2008 White snow sparkles, glistening in the warming sun, looking wet as the warm air kisses its crystalline form. Snow sweat drips, sliding lazily down the crisp snow, Transforming it's white crystals to clear shining ice. Brown grass pokes up through the thinning snow, reaching for the warming sun. Wings flap, powerfully grabbing the air, the geese are trumpeting their triumphant return. The hare begins to shed his beautiful white coat, turning gray-brown as he seeks out his mate. The little red squirrel plays about in the warm sun, leaping from branch to branch. The ground begins to warm and soften, awakening early spring bulbs. Soon the trees will begin to bud ready to burst with leaves, while the green shoots wind their way up to the warm spring sun.

A Dark Corner of Poetry - Arctic Trek

Arctic Trek By L. V. Gaudet © Jan 2008 Footing was treacherous, and the icy blasts of wind froze us to the core, as we made our way delicately across the surface of hard crusted snow. The frozen ice crystals crunched loudly beneath our boots with each careful footstep. Blinded by the brilliance of the bright sunlight flashing off the white snow, it was difficult to see as we watched where we lay each footstep. Previous to our perilous journey, a warm spell had started to thaw the fluffy white snow. A subsequent cold turned those softened flakes into a layer of hard crust which looked deceptively like its former glory of pillow-soft down carpeting the landscape. As we walked along this brilliantly white hard crust, we held our breaths, shielded our eyes from the blinding reflection of the sunlight, and tried to be as light as we could. A sudden crack jarred the quiet day. We looked at each other fearfully, knowing all too well what that ominous crack under our feet meant. Someone had cracked the too thin layer of frozen crust. Reaching, I grabbed the hand of the smallest member of our party just as the crusted snow beneath her boots gave way, caving in beneath her. She fell through to the deep powdery soft snow beneath the crust, disappearing in its white depths as though beneath the waves of a silent ocean. Luckily, I still had a firm grip on her hand and pulled her to safety on top of the hard crusted snow. Eventually, we made our way to the safety of the giant trees. But safety was not yet to be had. There, we found the great hole of the furry dweller of one of the trees. Luckily enough he was sleeping and did not appear to give us any trouble. Soon, another peril found us as we gripped to the rough crags of bark of the great tree. First one, then another of our little party vanished. Vanished! They were there one moment, and gone the next. They have fallen into the great crevices in the bark of that gnarled old tree. With great trepidation I searched for my two partners, almost becoming lost myself within the crevices and trunks of the great tree. A monstrous twisted creature that, in truth, was not one tree, but four with the trunks fused and grown together at the base. I found first one of my party, and then the other. Finally, we began to make our way back across the thin layer of frozen crust. We staved off the grumblings of our hungry bellies by crunching on broken shards of the snowy crust we walked upon, taking care that it was clean snow of course. We almost lost all three of us into the depths of powdery snow as the crust gave way beneath our feet on that homeward trek. We scrambled and struggled constantly back onto the relative safety of the frozen crust as it continuously cracked and gave way beneath our feet. At last, we were nearing the safety of our home base. The first of our party made it safely indoors and out of the icy blasts of wind. But, she inadvertently released the beast that lay in wait trapped inside. Without a care for its own safety, this huge monster barreled out past her, almost knocking her to the ground in its rush, the great hairy monster leapt with all its weight onto the fragile ice crust, breaking through. But that was not the end of the monster. It had no fear of crashing through that crust to the white powder beneath. It just kept coming, thrashing as it continually crashed through the cracking snow crust. The creature circled us clumsily, loping off and returning to circle us again. We eyed it carefully, knowing it would soon charge. And charge it did, almost taking out the smallest member of our party in its clumsy run across the broken morass of broken icy crust and powder soft snow. As it ran past I pounced at the creature, wrapping my arms around its struggling body in a wrestlers embrace, pinning it to the ground. The creature squirmed and fought, and the two of us wrestled it back to where we had it previously captive. This hairy beast would bear closer watching. The three of us survived our adventure - this time. Now, as we three girls sit in the warmth and safety of our home base, the hairy monster laying snoring at my feet, we feast on our lunch and plan our next adventure.

A Dark Corner of Poetry - Culex Pipiens

Culex Pipiens By L. V. Gaudet © Jan 2008 Oh you little Culex pipiens, At my skin you’re always a nippins Your tiny mosquito bite Leaves my flesh quite a sight Itchy red little welts Above and below the belts You leave me sore and scratching In perfume most foul I am bathing Eau de Bug Repellent it is called For man and beast it is an impenetrable wall But not for Culex pipiens For they just keep a nippins At the campfire everyone sits way over there Not wanting to smell my repellent air What trouble you little mosquitoes do bring And at night that annoying whining in my ear you sing But are you all that so bad? Though your biting makes everyone so mad? For nigh of three years I have fought Diets and exercise has all been for naught After two kids for your body you do bereave Those extra baby pounds just refuse to leave And then in the late summer of 2000 and seven You bit me at least four score and eleven Whether I got bit at home or Debonair That is neither here nor there For thanks to West Nile and you I have shed a pants size or two