Sleepy Hollow
written by: Ivor Steven
@ivors20
We come from a land down-under
Where men eat green pumpkin and cucumber
Our bayside town is called Sleepy Hollow
Where the nights are too quiet for owls and swallows
Here, Halloween spirits live beyond the outer limits
And are only allowed to visit at sunsets dying minutes
During the full moon’s twilight zone
We drink goanna juice from orange cones
And consume barbecued prawns by the dozen
While watching the bon-fires glow above the blue horizon
We send our children to gather grubs and magic mushrooms
From the haunted paths between the old witch’s tombs
And when they return we all fly away on iridescent brooms
Ivor Steven
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine "Go Dog Go Cafe" (America), and also writer for "Coffee House Writers" magazine (America).
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