Jack-O-LanternA Poem by TraceRecalling the good old daysDo you remember the very first time
That you saw a “Jack-O-Lantern”
Looking back; you were maybe 4 or 5 years old?
Did you grow your own pumpkins in a back yard garden,
Or did you go to a big pumpkin patch to get it?
Do you always pick the tall ones, or the big fat ones?
Was it your own that your mom or dad carved on the kitchen table,
Cutting open the top, and letting you scrape out all the gooey guts and seeds?
Did you dry the seeds in the oven and eat them,
Or save them in an old can to plant in the garden next spring?
Was your Jack-O-Lantern scary or happy?
Did you look at it and wonder what made the face glow?
Did you try to see inside his eyes at the flickering flame?
Does it bring back memories of a carefree child hood when;
“How much candy did you get” was the most important thing?
Now it’s: Plug in pumpkins, Shelves of costumes, hundred dollar decorations,
And no more “Trick or Treating” for fear of the “bad people”, not “The Spooks?”
What happened to the simple joys of Halloween, and Carving “Jack-O-Lanterns?” © 2014 TraceFeatured Review
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14 Reviews Added on October 31, 2014 Last Updated on October 31, 2014 Tags: pumpkins, jack-o-Lanterns, Halloween AuthorTracesomewhere in, UTAboutI will always love poetry....... I am a Poet But sometimes,,,,,, It makes my brain hurt more..Writing
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