Pumpkins By the Door
Nothing shouts out autumn
Like a pumpkin by the door
Or a window jack-o-lantern
(What a pumpkin's really for).
Yes, the leaves are falling quickly
And the air is crisp and fine
But a pumpkin is the exclamation point
(Italics mine).
If you live where autumn visits
Then you really can't afford
To be stuck without a pumpkin
(Or you're out of, yes, your gourd!).
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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