The moon has risen

the sun has gone away

the goblins are roaming

now is the time to play

In the woods

picking up sticks

marshmallows over a fire

combined with trail mix

Moon eclipses

darkest of night

ghost stories are told

small screams of fright

Inside a tent

all snuggled in bed

sounds of an owl

causing nightmares to dread

Frost in the morning

time to go home

goblins laughing

memories when they are grown

copyright 2022 Debbie Pierce


  1. Not to discount the fun and excitement in the mix, before all is said and done, this becomes all about survival.

    Very enjoyable poem, Debbie!

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