Pumpkin's Green Vines

Jenny Rae Jones, University of Georgia

Creative Corner, Winner

As the sun drifts away,

the scarecrows come out to play.

They dance and leap, through fall’s

leaf heaps.

Splendor is the autumn breeze,

flowing through the dying trees.

The full moon shines, on the pumpkin's

green vines.

The foggy forest glows, as the owl's eye shows.

Throughout the night, the scampering paws

and the bat’s flight.

The darkness through the wood,

as the ghosts sing as they should.

A beautiful autumn night, with only a little

fright.