Three Pumpkins on a Halloween Night POEM

        

  Three Pumpkins on a Halloween Night

 The hills untie their bonnet; the bobolinks began                                                                        Their song, when the sun goes down.                                                                                                  As the sun set there was a misty purple haze in the sky                                                               With three little pumpkins were climbing up,                                                                                When they reached the top they saw a land of gray,                                                                         As nature put up the evening bars that led the day away.

Now it is dark time for trick or treating                                                       Time when dead things fly,                                                                                    When witches bats and spirits flit through the moon lit sky,                      When the docile woolly white crescent moon wanders alone in the sky, When the North wind swirl’s dry up leaves making clicking sounds        When gnomes scamper into their underground homes.

When spooks and trolls creep out of their green mossy holes                    As they look about with fixed glass eyes and stony stares,                    When once living pumpkins on a vine, have been carved into lanterns Sitting in windows with candles aglow, on this glorious night,                           The three orange pumpkins see spooks, goblins, bats everywhere,    While ghosts, witches vampires dance spookily throughout the night.

Tonight is the night to trick and treat on porches and stairs,                          Where our friends we'll meet, see the costumes they have on,               Monsters, ghosts, goblins and skeletons too,                                          When candy and apples are dropped in our brown sacks,                          As we shiver down the street with cold blue hands                                      To seek the next house, trick or treat.

The three little pumpkins were sitting on their front gate                                        In front of their house long after dark.                                                                The first one said, "I don't like my costume, and it's getting late.”             The second one said, "I don't care, I'm not afraid."                                           The third one said, “I'm ready for some more trick or treat fun”                              Then whoosh went the wind, out went the lights

BOOOOOOOOO00000000ooooooooooooo…

Three little pumpkins jump off the gate                                                                                  And run as fast as their little feet can go                                                                          Into their house terrified  as could be,                                                                             Their hats whooped up on lifted hair,                                                                 They didn’t stop to stare.                                                                                           With scared faces that never sulked.

The three little pumpkins sang all night long                                                             In the gobbling’s goo- goo tongue,                                                                       “The world’s a very happy place where                                                                    Every pumpkin-child big or small                                                                                     Ought to sing what a wonderful                                                                            Friday the 13^th Halloween night!”

 

DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.

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