Theme in Yellow
by Carl Sandburg
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.
*photo credit
I just love Halloween poems for some reason, probably because it is the one time I am pretty sure I will "get" the poem! LOL
ReplyDeleteI'm liking that pumpkin. Like the poem too!
ReplyDeleteHappy Halloween, JoAnn!
ReplyDeleteAnd do you know something else spooky? Your pumpkin image is the very one I carved on my jack o'lantern this morning. Not quite so tidily though I must say.
Wonderful poem! A great piece of Americana, by a great American writer and poet! Love the photograph too! Happy Halloween! Cheers! Chris
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, and a great grinning pumpkin. Happy Halloween!
ReplyDeleteVery cool poem...perfect for today!
ReplyDeleteRhapsodyinbooks - LOL! I certainly understand that feeling.
ReplyDeleteSandy - Thanks. Hope your Halloween wasn't too spooky.
Darlene - Oh, this isn't my pumpkin... mine never turn out quite so perfect. (photo credit at bottom)
Chris - There's definitely something soothing and homey about Sandburg's writing.
DS - Thanks, and I hope you had a Happy Halloween, too!
Staci - It's been a while since I posted a poem and this seemed like a good time :-)