Ghost Trees

    “Ghost Trees,” Friend, Oct. 1984, 24

    Ghost Trees

    If it snowed on Halloween,

    The trees would dress like ghosts.

    Instead of treats they’d give us tricks

    That we’d enjoy the most.

    They’d drop their snowsheets on our heads

    Or poke us with their bones

    Or haunt us, when the wind was strong,

    With ghostly gasps and groans.

    We’d stand right next to them and laugh

    And mock their spooky sound—

    For all the time we’d know ghost trees

    Are rooted to the ground.

    Illustrated by Dilleen Marsh