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A special Halloween poem from the Clayton News Daily/Henry Daily Herald

House Of Ghouls

Photo by Curt Yeomans: Frankenstein sits with a witch on the porch of Jonesboro resident B.J. Burrell’s Church Street home, as part of a Halloween display. Burrell’s porch and front yard are filled with several ghoulish characters and scenes.

Photo by Curt Yeomans: Frankenstein sits with a witch on the porch of Jonesboro resident B.J. Burrell’s Church Street home, as part of a Halloween display. Burrell’s porch and front yard are filled with several ghoulish characters and scenes.

House of Ghouls

“While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping. As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.’

— Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven.”

As Halloween approaches ... The porch of B.J. Burrell’s home,

A haven for ghouls and goners. Witches, both short and tall, are there.

So, too, is Frankenstein’s bad hair. Nearby, a decaying man in a creepy chair.

His spooky nurse discreetly there. Skeleton in rags, greets visitors fair.

They approach, so unaware. Near a tree, a graveyard rests.

Where bodies do not look their best. Newspaper boxes rusted to the core.

There, a single raven. But no Lenore.

As Halloween doth surely come ... People wait to see, the raven mum.

Or simply crow, “Nevermore!”