THE OLD WOMAN...

That very old woman

That was just here last week

Has now come and gone

And her story is bittersweet

We were happy to have her

As long as we did

But the time might have come

For her to give up her gig

It's not that her mind

Can't keep up with the rhymes

It's only so much she can do

In such a short time

But, some would say,

Since most was thought up in a day

That she is selling herself short..

That be as it may

From this year to next

Is a very long time

And this little old woman

She could change her mind

Dear Friends,

I want to thank 

each and every one

 for your kind comments and for

 maybe a few laughs.

 This has been fun 

but I

 (and by that I mean the Cottage Witch)

 might be running out of ideas 

and if so, 

I would hate to have those comments

 not seem as special 

as they once were.

 I know Halloween

 is not a special thing 

for a lot of you 

and I hope I haven't offended anyone.

 I have tried to make it fun, 

minus the scary, 

and hope that I have succeeded.

  

It is fun for me 

to try to make the photos 

correspond with each poem 

and I will admit 

that I do have more fun with it 

than almost anyone else.

 We shall see, what we shall see. 

 As far as next year goes, 

I think the Cottage Witch 

will be put up on the shelf, 

not out in the open 

like Bitty Morsel and Gertie.

(Those two have become so close 

that you almost can't tell WHICH IS WITCH)  

 But as the story goes,

 this little old woman

 could change her mind,

 and, no matter what,

 I don't believe that

 BeTweEn the MiDnIghT and the MAjIc

 will ever stop 

and with all that being said 

I want to wish

 each and everyone a

 Happy Halloween.

...The Cottage Witch...

Do not judge my path

You haven't walked in my shoes...

Or ridden my broom.

A.M. Galdorcraeft

"Oh, twitch, I forgot to change my hat!"

Oh, Wait...

Just when you think it's over

Look around and you will find

Here she is again

In all her glory...

...and she has got 

Christmas on her mind.

But first, we will take a peek at a Home for the Harvest

starting next week.  

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THE DREAM...

Many centuries ago, 

when women were thought to have

 only one purpose in the world,

 a young lady 

walked the earth 

until her boots were covered in dust

 and mostly worn through,

 to peddle a dream 

that she had held 

all of her life...

She walked over mountains 

and along snaking streams, 

knocking on doors 

to peddle her dreams. 

 As she became older,

 and older she got,

 she was about to give up

 until that one 

infamous knock...

And many centuries later - now -

You know the rest of the story:

A very old woman 

Walked up to the door

What did she want

What was she here for

The talk in the neighborhood

That was going around

Was of ghosts and goblins

But not a one could be found

The streets were all empty

The windows gone black

The doors were all closed

And the curtains hung slack

No one wanted to know

Why the old woman was there

She had once come so often

Now, no one listened or cared

Until at one certain cottage

The door opened a creak

And a small, tiny figure

Spoke out with a shriek

I'm so happy to meet you

I've been waiting awhile

Come in, have some tea

And I'll make your

 Journey worthwhile

I want to be like you

And fill your old shoes

I think we can do it

If we so choose

I know you have tried

This idea in the past

But it's time for a new one

One that might last

There could be candy and games

Some tricks and some treats

Everyone could wear costumes

As they walk down the streets

The Old Woman

Even though she was weary

Took the girl by the hand

And looked through eyes that were teary

She told her of dreams

 she had dreamed in the past

But was so afraid

 that the dreams would not last

Until she happened along

 this very dark night

To a small little cottage

 that held so much light

And that

My dear friends

Is how on one very dark night

The Halloween Story

Came to take flight

Now on one night a year

If you look up to the sky

You will see specters on broomsticks

As they go flying by

And thanks to a little girl

From so long ago

An Old Woman's dream

Was heard and made so

...The Cottage Witch...

Shadows of a thousand years

Rise again unseen,

Voices whisper in the trees

'Tis nye on Halloween.

Dexter Kozen

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BITTY MORSEL, TRIED AND TRUE...AND A BONUS...

You've met Bitty Morsel

She's been around for awhile

She is sweet in demeanor

And she has such grand style

No unkind words does she speak

No thoughts without grace

She is truly a friend

And she knows her own place

Because she steps out

With nary a care

Some say she is stuck up

With her nose in the air

But all of us know

Indeed, for a fact,

With all her good qualities

She still is a rat!

...The Cottage Witch...

Some days...

You just have to

Put on the hat

To remind them

Who they are

Dealing with.

Author Unknown

(But, it really is just me..

Little Bitty Morsel)

 I love Bitty Morsel

Truly I do

That is the reason

I love to share her with you 

and if you will allow me, please, 

stay turned for a very special bonus....

Gertie...

A very thoughtful 

and truly amazing

 gesture...

A very dear friend

Sent me a box

That was wrapped up

As pretty could be

When I opened the card

Which showed me her name

I knew she was meant

Just for me

She is graceful and tall

But, bent over from age

And her apron

 Has seen better days

But Bitty Morsel and I 

Knew right away

That we were truly amazed

She is called Gertie

And she came as a gift

And both Bitty and I

Knew from the start

The person whose hands

 Wrapped and chose

 Her with care

Did so with a 

Very big heart.

 (Thank you so much 

my dear Kris.. 

You know that we 

absolutely love her)

Gertie and Bitty: Friends of the Heart

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