halloween poem

if i were very sure
there were three in the meadow by the brook
braided and woven
over the river, on the hill
i know what you're going to say
there is an hour of peaceful rest
do you remember
little park that i pass through
the stars fell from heaven
what was it the engines said
i went up and down the streets
and so it goes
he'd even have his joke
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans