The Door to Halloween Town I took a turn, quite off the path, into the woods one day, and no one noticed I was gone So I resolved to stay. I walked around a little bit and found within the trees a circle cleared in one large space and free from any breeze. But on the trees there were designs which took me by surprise, in colors bright and wonderful a message for the eyes. And could it be, I thought right then, the keys to different ways? For on the trees, in these designs, were doors to holidays. For Valentine's day, a heart of pink, St Patricks, clover green, but the one that seemed most beautiful was the door to Halloween. A pumpkin, simple, but sincere, presenting me to see, a land of darkness, fun and fear, this door, upon the tree. I opened it and went inside it was my only will, but then I fell, and landed flat atop a spiral hill. A skeleton walked up to me, hsi stature tall and thin, he lead me to the graveyard and beckoned me, come in. The skeleton was dressed in black, he looked handsome (yes, but dead) and by his side, a rag doll girl her limbs sewn on with thread. While standing there, I asked the names of the cryptic couple thing, "I'm Sally," said the rag doll, "and he's Jack, the Pumpkin King." Jack bowed to me, with haunting grace, still frighteningly tall, though Sally tried to do the same she could hardly walk at all. I stayed with Jack and Sally, in the town of Halloween, Until I had to leave again to tell of what I'd seen. So then the graceful Pumpkin King led me to the graveyard and said, "leap through the angel's grave- your journey won't be hard." I bid farewell, goodbye to Jack, and happy holidays! With that, I jumped into the grave and we went our different ways. Then I was back, inside the trees, surrounded by holiday goods. and then in grief, with heavy heart, I quickly left the woods. Each person has their neverland, a paradise unseen, Each person has one in their heart But mine is Halloween. The end