In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The
A night when witches chant and dance around the fire, and ghostly creatures come alive once more.Pumpkins are carved and lid to keep away the
Schools and some business will be closed Monday and for most of us it is a long weekend which we might enjoy at the cottage