Frost on the PumpkinA Poem by Patricia Wedel
When Autumn chills the Air with cool kisses
we wander down the rows of Pumpkins basking in the Sun... remembering the Fun when we were young and foolish and a bit Goulish... The Scare Crows were charming and a bit alarming when they spoke and began to dance and romance... The Cornstalks with Silky soft Angel hair began to sing "let me call you Sweetheart" at the end of Summer...
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20 Reviews Added on October 14, 2021 Last Updated on October 14, 2021 AuthorPatricia WedelKeystone, WVAboutLife is like a River that includes the sound of Warblers among the trees laden with happiness and tears... Wings take us to places we discover and people who write the Music we love to hear... quietly.. more..Writing
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