
Halloween flames are burning
Cemeteries aglow
Something floating, turning
In the night breeze flow
It oversees the pumpkins
Guarding them from knives
Which make them into jack-o’-lanterns
With weird mouths and eyes
It’s so humiliating
Every ghost agrees
That is why they fly above
Sometimes stuck in trees
They give their lives if needed
Guarding the odd shaped squash
At Halloween they’re needed
When pumpkin carvers are awash.
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A pumpkin’s protector! Great take on it, Cheryl!
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Thanks Susi
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You’re welcome!
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Got a cold Cheryl so not getting the full impact of Halloween in the shops…. Thank you for switching me on with the pumpkin squad to what might be afoot.
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Sorry to hear you’re not feeling well but glad you like the poem
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I love your poem Cheryl. Wonderful flow and rhythm. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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