Poem: “All Hallow’s Eve”


On All Hallow’s Eve
Doth blow the leave
Bare branches
Bend down to the ground.
Children believe
And simply conceive
There’s evil
And it’s all around.
So pumpkins all lit
Trick or treat just a bit
All costumed they
Go through the town.
They face with much wit
Tell jokes that do fit
For fun
It’s really quite sound.
And then it’s November
Until cold December
Times black
That we all must pass.
But Catholics remember
All Saints’ Day each member
Dark’s contrast…
Gold Light of the Mass!

Hilary M. Flanery

Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.

"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"

Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.

The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.