A House of Unknown

At the end of the street

was a house of unknown;

no one lived there for years,

the trees overgrown.

There was no electricity

and no earthly strong gas,

and no one reported

the shadowy grass.

A house of gray skies

most neighbors ignored;

a house of great secrets

where keepers were stored.

Until one night

in the month of October

the sky lit up green,

and the house sparked and flared

from a window above

a wicked witch stared.

The children all trembled

would her trick be a spell?

Would they turn into toads?

No one could tell.

But on Halloween night

on her porch in the gloom

she passed out some sweets,

and they rode on her broom!

From: Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season

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