Workshop One: The Many Genres of Fright (Ode to October)

Paws on Poetry:

Guest Poem: K. Nesbitt: Horror Movie Marathon

Horror Movie Marathon

My brother had the TV on
a horror movie marathon.
He watched "The Blob," "The Thing," "The Fly,"
and then "The Brain That Wouldn't Die."
He watched "The Bride of Frankenstein"
and "Halloween: Parts Eight and Nine".
Then "Monsters From Beyond the Moon"
and "Creature From the Black Lagoon."
He stayed awake throughout the night.
His eyes are glazed, he's ghostly white.
He's looking like a nervous heap.
He's much too scared to go to sleep.
He's panic-stricken, pale as death.
He's shivering and short of breath.
So won't you tell me, anyone,
just how come he has all the fun?

----Kenn Nesbitt


A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field

Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly prayAt the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely growAs the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.