Garden of Poetry

Pumpkin Patch

A pumpkin patch is a magical plot,
  A lush supernatural garden spot,
Where goblins and ghouls meet to masquerade
  As plain orange pumpkins out on parade.

A pumpkin patch is a rendezvous place,
  Where summer disappears without a trace,
And autumn turns down a dark narrow lane,
  To hide in vines on a parallel plane
With all of the past seasons come and gone
  To their final spring on a wizen lawn.

A pumpkin patch is paradise on earth,
  A haven for friendless spirits to roam,
To which all drifters are destined from birth,
  A home for ghosts who never found a home.

Come, lonely wanderers, rest from your day.
  Rolling, rustling, leaves will show you the way
To gather together with a drear host,
  And join in chorus with the silent throng.

    When some night, I become a lonely ghost,
    I will haunt a pumpkin patch the night long.

~ Daniel F Mitchell