My Grandfather's Halloween Poem...

The Haunted House

'Oo, Do you remember, too,

the haunted house

The wind blew through?-

The house so bare,

The grass so tall,

Where folks don't dare 

To live at all.

The open door,

And, when we'd peek, 

the way the floor,

would always squeak,

The awful noise

The shutters made,

And how we boys

Were all afraid

Of every sound

We heard around

The haunted house?

Gee, oh gee! Did jever see

The haunted house

 At night, like me?

The night I had

To learn my song

Ma told my Dad 

To go along.

"The haunted place

is on the way,

And just in case -"

I heard her say.

Of course my Pa

Said, "That's all bosh."

He said, "oh, pshaw!"

I said, "My gosh,

Do you think I

would dare go by 

The haunted house?"

"Oh, I know I'll have to go;

This haunted house

is funny, though."

But I and Pa,

When we were right

in front, we saw,

Saw something white!

And then I dropped.

Or did almost.

Pa never stopped,

But yelled, "A GHOST!'

When spirits roam,

Homes where to be.

I beat it home, 

But, Dad beat me!

My, Dad ran fast

that night we passed

The haunted house.'

 (Written on October 27, 1930

 by my Grandfather, Richard Jackson).

After my paternal Grandfather died, my mother was cleaning out her father's things and came across a black, hardcover journal.  In it were dozens of poems that my Grandfather had written.  The other day,

 I came across this painting above and as soon as I saw it, I  was reminded of Pa's poem!

  I think it fits it perfectly!  I hope you enjoy it, too!  Happy Halloween!