Two Jacks

To make his jack-o-lantern, My husband wields a knife And carves a slightly scary face To make it come to life. It isn’t sketched or plotted; Just some time is all he needs And before he’s even finished, I have roasted all the seeds. My son’s approach is different For the face is deftly planned, The features poked out gently With some special tools at hand. And his jack-o-lantern’s friendly Since his kids are 3 and 1; But both pumpkins were terrific, With both carvers having fun. Though my husband’s has a candle And my son’s a phony flame, Each will flicker Halloween-like To the family’s great acclaim.

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/31/2016 3:20:00 PM

I love this poem Ilene! That is part of the fun of Halloween is making a little masterpiece out of your own pumpkin. We just have the small ornamental pumpkins this year since our granddaughter Carissa will be trick-or-treating with her mommy this year. Have fun with your grandchildren and happy Halloween! ; ) 7

Daniel Turner

Date: 10/31/2016 9:45:00 AM

Another fun poem Mrs Ilene. I have done it both ways. I prefer the freehand. It leaves a much more scary effect.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 10/30/2016 11:50:00 PM

How delightful, Ilene. I've never carved a pumpkin in my life! We don't have that tradition here. Must be intriguing. Lovely write, dear. Hugs

Jan Allison

Date: 10/30/2016 6:18:00 PM

I remember carving swedes as a child but pumpkins were not something we ever saw. Lovely memories in your poem Ilene:-) hugs Jan xx