The Pumpkin Comments

Sing glories to pumpkin, certainly ye can, But when it comes down to pies, make mine pecan. A fine poem, indeed.

Oh, fruit loved of boyhood! the old days recalling, When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling! When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin, Glaring out through the dark with a candle within! A great poem indeed.

And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express, Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less, That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below, Nice lines.... Thanks for sharing...