Saturday, October 14, 2006


I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o�-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

~Carl Sandburg

1 comment:

Karen said...

It's difficult to believe the season is upon us; Halloween will be here before we know it.

I hope you're having a good week - I'm here catching up and checking in. *HUGS*