Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate, The first one says, "Oh my, it's getting late." The second one says, "There are witches in the air." The third one says, "But we don't care!" The fourth one says, "Let's run and run and run." The fifth one says, "For some Halloween fun!" OOOooo goes the wind and out goes the lights. And five little pumpkins roll out of sight!"
Author Unknown
6 posted on 10/24/2003 5:53:09 AM PDT by JustAmy
(Prayers for Jacquelyn, 7 year old with leukemia. Prayers for Sydney Dungan, 2 yr old with cancer.)
Autumn came to the Ohio valley, While hearts dropped like green buckeyes In the panoply of orange and golden leaves.
Wheels sang on blue highways, Birds chose to run or hide. Proud corn browned, row by row, Ears cocked for the combine surely coming.
Surely this western migration also has meaning, Like the ancient north south routes surely do. Or perhaps all the routes are beats to the rhythm, Of the moving hands of hours and minutes Upon this clock of earth.
By Mac Hall
7 posted on 10/24/2003 6:01:37 AM PDT by JustAmy
(Prayers for Jacquelyn, 7 year old with leukemia. Prayers for Sydney Dungan, 2 yr old with cancer.)