Whatever happened to the hallowed wee?
I used to see them, two or three.
Come by my door, come evening tide,
Little ghosts, goblins, princesses and more,
The happiness and joy of the little ones
The doorbell would ring a joyous sound;
Holding their bags with a big grin,
I gave them fruit to even the score;
Alas, the wee ones no longer come;
Those days are gone except in some places
Too much unnatural fear of what just might be,
The wee ones no longer allowed to go out at night,
It's a shame what we have become;
Kids Trick or Treating © City of Cheboygan, Michigan
Halloween for kids was always a time to venture 10/28/16