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Silly Spooks

Pumpkin Patch Haunts

By Sara LittlePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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When the chill wind blows through rustling trees

and carries the warm spice of dead fallen leaves

crows cackle like a witch's laugh

through empty fields of stalk and chaff

a haunting song

that rolls along

a twisted winding forest path

and opens wide, a gaping grin

to rows of jack o'lanterns nestled in

a quiet sleepy pumpkin patch

and in and out the twisting vines

and from behind the pumpkins peep

spritely, spooks of many kinds

around the pumpkin patch do creep

a lively bunch of playful ghosts

emerge to wink and smile at you

when twilight falls and the moon climbs high

they start their game of peek-a-BOO!

childrens poetry
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About the Creator

Sara Little

Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community

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