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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BANKS O' DOON by ROBERT BURNS THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER A MISUNDERSTANDING (CONNEMARA) by JANE BARLOW |