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Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


It's the autumn season...the time of year when we watch the leaves turn. It's the time of harvest and the picking of apples. It's the time of year when we go to the pumpkin patch and choose our Halloween pumpkin. Or we might select a pumpkin for our pumpkin pies.

The scarecrow is tired and leans a little: his summer work is done. Colorful leaves fall and skitter across sidewalks. The farmer gathers his crops.

There are so many things we can write about this time of year. What was autumn like when you were growing up? I remember the fun I had playing in the leaves, and I remember the wonderful pumpkin pies my mother baked.

How about a poem, a story, or some musing on this Scarecrow and Pumpkin topic? We look forward to your entry.


LaraOct7. (LaraOct7@aol.com)










Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


DEAR OH DEAR
WHAT HAVE WE HERE ?
A SCARECROW AND A PUMPKIN
ONE WILL SCARE OFF BIRDS OF PREY
AND ONE WILL MAKE YOU SMILE ON HALLOWEEN DAY


ONE WILL GRIN AND LAUGH AT YOU
THE OTHER ONE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL BLUE
A SCARECROW AND A PUMPKIN DOWN ON THE GROUND
WETHER YOU ARE SMILING
OR IF YOU HAVE A FROWN
YOU KNOW ITS TIME FOR PUMPKIN PIE
AND THAT OLE SCARECROW IS NOT GONNA DIE
SO JUST ACCEPT THE FACT IT IS FALL
AND ROAST THE TURKEY CORN AND ALL









Scarecrows and Punkins

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)


Scarecrows and punkins
bring back childhood thoughts
Halloween parties and apple dunkin
and the candy that trick or treating brought


Hayrides out in the pumpkin patch
for the biggest and the best
with the little ones we'd play catch
and there were pies for the eating contest


hay bales were stacked for us to climb
pulleys to swing down to the bottom of the hill
donuts and cider, each just a dime
or hot chocolate to ward off the chill


Punkins and scarecrows
trick or treat, masks and costumes homemade
jack'o lanterns with their candle glow
all make for a Halloween masquerade









Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Diana Mercedes (writerworks@live.com)


Summer and Fall are jousting.
Fall behind reddies
Summer for greenies
One day it's Summer
The next day it's Fall
A chill, blustering winds,
Bending the limbs
Who whip themselves
Back into place
And leaves are in a terrbile state
Should we turn red,
Should we stay green?
Bi-polar weather is making us scream.


One day its up and its Sunny
One last manic Summerish day
Next day the mercury warns
Cap and mittens
And you think it's done
But you're wrong.


Photosynthesis sputtering
Muttering make up your mind
Reddies are gaining
A leaf at a time
Bleed into the green
One bough then the next.
Some greenies will hold
'til the very last minute
Not wanting to leave
But the party is over
And sun won't be back
Shine high in this sky
'til earth tilts itself
Back into our sphere
Northern that is...


The damp and the cold
Sun left for dead
Will welcome her beams
Warming the ground
Then roots and tree
Drawing up nutrients
Rich soil minerals,
Just what tree needs
To rejunevate leaves.


So, time to let go
Follow the mandate
Let green-nes drain
Drop to the ground
Your season is over
Your punch card expired
Yield your finely veined
Lush leafiness
That shaded and soothed
The whole summer through
We'll miss you deep in the
Bland grey of Winter,
Rippling breezes
Caressing your infinite
Numbers.


But goodbye, for now
Ta ta, sayonara
We'll whisper
A requiem solemn
Just for ya.









Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Ripe pumpkins, jack O’lanterns, Jack Frost,
scare crow’s work all done,
crops in, fall is at hand,
now is time to get ready for winter.


Leaves turned orange, red, yellow and gold,
light wind whispers through the trees.
Soon the trees will be bare,
too late for the county fair.


Between the logs all chinked,
wood pile growing every day after supper.
Cider setting and getting hard,
apple butter making starts tomorrow.


Children have new shoes and coats,
grandma made them all, new mittens.
Rose and Sharon dressed up the old scare crow,
want him looking good on Halloween.


Potatoes, turnips and rutabagas all been dug,
stored in the fruit cellar and in mounds.
Not any corn yet shucked,
got to take the grain to the grist mill.


Been a long summer, lots of work,
now it is time to rest a little.
Life and works goes on,
Just hope the children have a good All Hallows Eve.









Haiku: Fall

By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)


It is Halloween
golden wintry fallen leafs
cover the pumkins.









Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Scarecrows and Pumpkins conjure up memories of Autumn days of yesteryear.
Some of them from long ago are still in my memory very clear.


The smells, sounds and sights of those chilly days that cling to Summer but feel the hint of Winter days to come.
Apple cider, Pumpkin pies and Carmel apples lined the shelves to tempt the appetites of everyone.


Piles of leaves line the streets like sentinels guarding their posts awaiting the enemy to attack.
The wind soon comes to send them swirling skyward without a chance to fight back.


Sweaters, jackets and warm socks come from Summer hiding to ward off the chill of night.
Pumpkins shine their lights from within to make each porch a spectacular sight.


Yards are decorated with scarecrows, pumpkins, ghosts and goblins alike.
Soon Thanksgiving will take their place, and the Turkeys will demand the others to take a hike.


Pumpkins will get to stay until Christmas desserts come on the scene.
Autumn will start to give way to a Winter wonderland, leaving far behind Thanksgiving and Halloween.









Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


Autumn is fresh breeze in the air
Autumn is the Great State Fair
Autumn is a scarecrow’s smile
Autumn walks a trick or treat mile.


Autumn is jewels flying in wind,
Autumn is a harvest to rend
Autumn piles up pumpkins bright
Autumn flies ghost sheets in the night.


Autumn warms chocolate and cider,
(Autumn warns not to grow wider)
Autumn brings Thanksgiving feasts
Autumn brings kinfolks to laugh and eat.


Autumn brings joy for a bit,
Autumn tells of its dying fit
Autumn sneaks in a snow or two,
Autumn dies to winter too.









Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)


To the pumpkin patch went Scarecrow
Watching children run to and fro
Though made of straw
He felt the draw
Where was the outhouse for him to go?









Trees Dance

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)


The trees are exotic dancers you know.
Throwing their garments around.
Flashing colors in the winds to blow.
Tossing them to the ground,


Then they take a shower or two.
Whipping those leaves that are left.
When they finish there's only a few.
Of colors, they are bereft.


Naked and shivering they stand alone.
Even the squirrels can't hide
Listen to the wind and you'll hear them moan.
Mourning the Summer that's died.


Soon they may dress up in snowflakes.
Like virgin brides all in white.
A flurry is all it takes
To set up Winter to look just right.


Were they left at the altar today?
Waiting for the groom and a ring?
Do you think that they just may,,,
Be waiting for the Spring?









Scarecrows and Pumpkins

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


morning fog,
fodder shocks,
a pumpkin patch,
crows.


Indian corn,
gourds,
a farmer's wagon,
hunting dogs.


Squeaky wheels roll over farm fields,
as quick hands gather the crops.
Choice pumpkins are selected for Jack O'Lanterns;
Bushels of potatoes are dug.


The scarecrow slumps tiredly,
his season nearing an end.
His old hat is rain-soaked,
buttons missing; his shirt-tail flaps in the wind.


It's the Harvest season,
A time for gathering the crops,
Light a candle; lay logs in the fireplace.
Wrap up in a blanket; doze at the hearth.



















Leaves of Red and Gold (several authors)

When Did That Happen?

Happy Autumn Things

Nightingstorm (several authors)






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