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It's Halloween

Tonight is the night, When dead leaves fly, Like witches on switches, Across the sky...

Author: Harry Behn > Harry Behn, also known as Giles Behn, was an American screenwriter and children's author.

Harry Behn was born in 1898 in McCabe, Arizona, which is now a ghost town.

At the age of 18, after he had been accepted as a student at Stanford University but before he went there, he met Henry Berger, a photographer affiliated with the Prizma Company, who hired Harry Behn as his assistant for the summer. The two of them went to Yellowstone and Glacier National Park, where they were supposed to take a series of nature slides for Prizma. A family emergency took Henry Berger away for a month, and during this time Harry Behn stayed in Glacier National Park with all the photographic equipment, waiting for Berger to return. While Berger was gone, Harry Behn made friends with some young Blackfoot Indians whose reservation was in the park, and lived with them. He was invited to join the tribe, and underwent all the tests and rituals involved in becoming a Blackfoot. For awhile he was actually listed as a Blackfoot with the Indian Service, although he later convinced them to give the money to the tribe.

He received his education at Stanford University, which he attended in 1918, and Harvard University (S.B., 1922).

 
 

Tonight is the night
When dead leaves fly
Like witches on switches
Across the sky,
When elf and sprite
Flit through the night
On a moony sheen.


Tonight is the night
When leaves make a sound
Like a gnome in his home
Under the ground,
When spooks and trolls
Creep out of holes
Mossy and green.

Tonight is the night
When pumpkins stare
Through sheaves and leaves everywhere,
When ghouls and ghost and goblin host
Dance round their queen.
It's Halloween.

 

Harry Behn short poems, Dead leaves, Moony sheen, Spooks and trolls, Pumpkins, Ghouls, Ghost, Goblin, Halloween, Creeping out of holes