Saturday, October 23, 2010

The Witching Hour by LaVerne P. Larson

Giant golden pumpkin
Resting in the noonday sun,
I wonder if you're dreaming
Of a magic night of fun.

Very soon you'll wear a smile
Carved by a jackknife blade;
As you glow with candlelight,
While the spooks are on parade.

You'll sit proudly in the window
To view the eerie scene,
As the gremlins dart by
Celebrating Halloween.

You will radiate with beauty,
As the young and very old
Are captured in your spell
While the witching hours unfold.

Oh, giant golden pumpkin,
When Halloween is gone
The enchantment that you weave
Will always linger on.

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