The event is sponsored by the Collinsville Arts Initiative and features Boosolini Collins as Monster of Ceremonies, costume contests, Dr. Feverstein's cannon, a rolling musical caravan complete with live organ music and much more.
See more about the annual event at https://www.facebook.com/collinsvillehalloween
Following is a poem by Sara Shea, written in homage to the parade:
Ghosts of Main Street
By Sara Shea
In the factory, the voice of Samuel Collins echoes
admonishing workers to set their sights on the blade-
hone a keen edge to each steel tool.
Worn, cracked grinding wheels pile up, are carted off-
re-purposed as foundation stones, front stoops, keystones.
The true foundation of a town grows up
on what was worn down.
In the factory, Garth carves a Jack-o-lantern
with a rusting Collins machete.
Bill limps up Main Street with a tired smile,
clutching a coffee from LaSalles,
his beard white, wiry as the old fishing line
tangled in low branches over the Farmington.
I sit on my front stoop, my sun-bronzed skin
peppered by dry locust leaves whirling across
a sidewalk; golden curtain falling between seasons.
Main Street rises wide from the silhouette
of Sweetheart Mountain;
half shadow and half autumn light.