Dressed as Superman ready to fly,
told my mom “just standby”.
Went up the steps all alone,
rang the doorbell, heard a moan.
A cackling sound off to my right,
a Witch on a broom in my sight.
Cape flowing and hand of claws,
reaching for me, trailing gauze.
I cannot move, frozen stiff,
eyes wide, my heart makes a skip.
Off to my left I hear a growl,
a fury monster on the prowl.
My feet came free, I started to howl,
my lungs bellowing behind my scowl.
Down the steps, a blur in sight,
passed my mom like a streak of light.
Home is where I want to be.
at age four, Halloween is not for me.
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"