About a month ago while chatting with a long time friend, during our conversation I learned they had started writing poems. I said "That's awesome."
They asked me if I wanted to hear what they had written. I said "Sure."
After listening to their poem, I said to them "I didn't know you liked to write. Your poem is really good"
They said "I couldn't write much because I never had time because I was working so much."
I told her about my Syndication Express site and she should consider writing a book with her poems.
Here I am today to introduce Harriet Kenny a soon to be famous author one day.
I am going to share her poem called Halloween - Fright Night.
It's goes like this:
On Halloween shared lights on the scene
One cold dark creepy thing
Look like everybody was out of sight
But heard howling like a wolf scratching at the door
The pit of my belly I was scared to the core
I felt like it's a thriller
Just so you know Halloween is a chiller
And so many people in this world is a killer
and standing in the wind is a stealer
Stepping out this night the clock striking twelve
All the candy in the stores flipping off the shelves
Ghouls and ghosts running around like elves
Little do anybody know it's not themselves
Running in the streets going from door to door
The smell of wreaking bloody gore
The kids in the street screaming trick or treats
Little do they know the graves of the dead are under their feet
As the nights gets darker the wind blows cold
The whisper of the ghost stories still being told
The squeaking of the doors
The creaking of the floors
The scares of the screams in the night
No one's around they're all out of sight
Darkness over the deep
As the dead still creep
The headless horseman trolling the grave
and you can still hear the moans and groans of the slaves
As they watch in terror the last strike of the night
The last sound of the doorbell
Ding, dong! Ding, dong!
This is the straight way gate to hell