Harvest Moon

The moon is a great gold pumpkin
High up in the sky;
He's a Jaci-o-lantern laughing
as he goes careening by.
I wonder why he's grinning;
Whatever can he see
That's so very very funny?
Do you suppose it's me?

© 1997 Maureen Elkins


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