WE ALL KNOW JEAN SHEPHERD FROM THE MOVIE "A CHRISTMAS STORY", OF COURSE, BUT DO WE KNOW FOR DECADES HE HOSTED A TALK RADIO SHOW ON WOR IN NEW YORK CITY?
I was just listening to one of those shows from October 31st, 1972 entitled "TRICK OR TREAT" and, around the half hour mark, he reads a few Halloween poems. Jean's engineer has a spooky, windy sound effect going in the background as he launches into his poems and they're really great. I wasn't previously familiar with either one of them before I just listened to this recording of Jean Shepherd's 1972 Halloween show. You can give it a listen on youtuberz right here and the poems start around the 28 minute mark. This first one is a poem called "HALLOWEEN" by Marnie Pomeroy:
Who raps at my window?
Who in a white sheet
Runs across the midnight lawn
Without the sound of feet?
What moon grows in the East
So huge and dusky red?
Who howls from the chill within the hill
Where the farmer's hound lies dead?
The dry leaves twist and rattle
Alive in an evil spell.
Down by the pond the man who drowned
Tolls a wavering bell.
The wind has hardly wakened,
Yet flapping through the air
Fly shapes with wings and bony things
And forms with jagged hair.
Who blows at my candle?
Whose fiery grin and eyes
Behind me pass in the looking glass
And make my gooseflesh rise?
Who moved in that shadow?
Who rustles unseen?
With the dark so deep I dare not sleep
All night on Halloween.
And the next poem was "HALLOWE'EN INDIGNATION MEETING" by Margaret Fishback:
A sulky witch and a surly cat
And a scowly owl and a skeleton sat
With a grouchy ghost and a waspish bat,
And angrily snarled and chewed the fat.
It seems they were all upset and riled
That they couldn't frighten the Modern Child,
Who was much too knowing and much too wild
And considered Hallowe'en spooks too mild.
Said the witch, "They call this the human race,
Yet the kiddies inhabit Outer Space;
They bob for comets, and eat ice cream
From flying saucers, to get up steam!"
"I'm a shade of my former self," said the skeleton.
"I shiver and shake like so much gelatine,
Indeed I'm a pitiful sight to see--
I'm scareder of kids than they are of me!"






