Come my pretties...!

"On a weekend of creativity and Halloween magic, we packed our witches hats, journals and sketchbooks to enjoy the magic of the autumn woods and the magic of Halloween fun, nurturing the magic of our creative spirits!" The Center

A witches' wagon ride

To the other side -

Off to Indian Hill
In the night chill

cackle cackle

he he he

Join the tea

Come with me...

And so the witches

Had some fun

Hay wagons passed

But then would run

As cackling witches

Shook their brooms

In every corner

Where darkness looms

"Come here by me,

Over here by the tree"

The wheels sped off

And the witches scoffed.

Around the fire

They sat in a circle

Black hats with gold -

Some with purple.

They told tales till

The fire burned low

Then where they went

The trees only know.

Off with their brooms

They flew away

Surely to return

Next Halloween Day.

Today they hiked

To the magic yellow woods

They thought they should behave

They thought they really should.

The fairies and the fungus

All made their presence known

They brushed their hair and hid their hats

So no one knew that they had flown.

They had such fun

And leaving was sad

But the time came to go

Before they were caught being bad.

Witch April