Pumpkins on the Vine
Sank down to cut pumpkin from vine
Whilst cycled I through varied thought
Children, parents, lovers, and divine
Reflected on experience versus taught
Hand still on vine, knife held ready
I stopped in thought and position
Still paused with knife hand steady
Whilst continued mental supposition
Brought back abruptly to the present
Asked my son, "Are you all right?"
"I’m fine," sighed I cutting a crescent
Pumpkin parted vine in somber light
Cold frost had browned old corn stalk
Well before our pumpkins parted vine
Gleeful Children and I then did walk
All Carrying pumpkins parted from vine
Whilst cycled I through varied thought
Children, parents, lovers, and divine
Reflected on experience versus taught
Hand still on vine, knife held ready
I stopped in thought and position
Still paused with knife hand steady
Whilst continued mental supposition
Brought back abruptly to the present
Asked my son, "Are you all right?"
"I’m fine," sighed I cutting a crescent
Pumpkin parted vine in somber light
Cold frost had browned old corn stalk
Well before our pumpkins parted vine
Gleeful Children and I then did walk
All Carrying pumpkins parted from vine
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