Pumpkin Poetry
Hi, Guys!
We've received a third entry in the Pumpkin Poetry contest. Here it is:
I
Hate
To Be
Cold!
The old North wind just started to blow
another year is over and my babies were just starting to grow
So many hopes for a monster in these gardens were just starting to be
I fought off the woodchucks, deer and rabbits. I thought I was home free!
I tried my best to find that monster, like I have done year after
year.
It is way, dark in the morning and even when I rush home with
fear.
Sounds of snow crunching in the darkness, sounds, I hate to
hear
Winter is coming again early, I feel it draw near. Who could have known?
The pumpkin are not all picked yet, they are still not, all the way grown,
I smile thinking of the memories I had, and all that are yet to be.
In the darkness I stumble around trying to see what I can see,
when I slip & fall in a fresh pile of manure. Boy it sucks to be me!
With thoughts of tomorrow's warm gardens planted firmly
in my pumpkin shaped head, I brush off the manure and
head straight for my bed.
Old mother nature this is getting a little old
you came around again early and
you know how I hate to be cold!
Brrr
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