I SPOT the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins. On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon; I am a jack-o'-lantern With terrible teeth And the children know I am fooling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |