pumpkins on the porch

The Pumpkin

BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 

"Oh, fruit loved of boyhood! the old days recalling,

When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!

When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin,

Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!

When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune,

Our chair a broad pumpkin,—our lantern the moon,

Telling tales of the fairy who traveled like steam,

In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team!"

ciao! fabiana