To Grow and Go

This poem was set in 1970 in Charleston, WV, the first year I was principal of Piedmont Elementary School.  I remained principal for six years.  The Halloween Parade was an annual treat for us all.  The staff dressed in costumes too, and the community loved it.  Reminiscing, I wrote the poem in 2013.

 

Principal Witch stood straight and tall

Clad in black from tip to toe

Called her monsters for the show

Lined them up in the schoolhouse hall

 

“All little witches dressed like me

With flowing capes and pointy hats

Bring your brooms and growling cats

Stand next to me, a sight we’ll be

 

“Boo, fat pumpkin!  Boo white ghost!

Boo, skinny skeleton!  You’re so fine

Come with us, come get in line

Soon we’ll know who scares folks most”

 

Out the door, down crowded streets

Halloween Parade then wound

Through cheering town and back around

While dreadful monsters begged their treats

 

Then, overhead a green-gold visitor dropped,

Sparkling wings flew nearer, bolder

A tiny fairy landed on Witch’s shoulder

People laughed and clapped, the parade stopped

 

Principal Witch smiled, quite delighted

“You’re the sweetest, dearest one I see

Join the parade and then our party

To lead us back you’re now invited”

 

The pretty green fairy sang, “I must concede,

My friends, you’re kind and very merry

I’ll ride with you but cannot tarry

Soon I’ll have my own Halloween Parade to lead”

 

Witch’s eyes shone bright with tears

Green Fairy rose right to the sky

To live and grow but say “goodbye”

This would be true throughout the years

 

Back to the schoolhouse door the monsters ran

The fairy none would soon forget

But cake and candy appetites whet

“Let’s enjoy our party while we still can”

 

Witch beamed great joy on this special day

“Fun and games hold us in thrall

Happy Halloween to us one and all

Little monsters grow and go, but now it’s time to play.”

 

Virginia L. Wylie



Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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