pumpkins on the porch

The Pumpkin

BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

"Oh, fruit cherished of boyhood! The old days recalling,

When timber-grapes had been purpling and brown nuts had been falling!

When wild, unpleasant faces we carved in its pores and skin,

Glaring out via the dark with a candle within!

When we laughed spherical the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune,

Our chair a huge pumpkin,?Our lantern the moon,

Telling stories of the fairy who traveled like steam,

In a pumpkin-shell teach, with rats for her crew!"

ciao! Fabiana

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