The last of October We lock the garden gate. "The flowers alive all withered That used to stand straight. The last of October We put the swings away And the porch looks deserted Where we like to play. The last of October The birds have all flown, The screens are in the attic, The sand pile's all gone; Everything is put away Before it starts to snow--- I wonder if the ladybugs Have any place to go.
October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came – The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow, The Oaks in crimson dressed; The lovely Misses Maple In scarlet looked their best. All balanced to their partners, And gaily fluttered by; The sight was like a rainbow New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow, At hide-and-seek they played, The party closed at sundown, And everybody stayed. Professor Wind played louder; They flew along the ground; And then the party ended In jolly “hands around.”
I picked a pumpkin from the patch, A pumpkin orange and round. It was the best one on the farm, The largest to be found. I rolled the pumpkin to my house, And carved it right away. I filled it up with candle light, And put it on display. The pumpkin jack-o-lantern, Was as festive as could be. I kept it out all autumn long, For everyone to see.
Alisha Dolberry
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Author- Kristin Riley
Title- My Perfect Pumpkin Pick
I picked a pumpkin from the patch,
A pumpkin orange and round.
It was the best one on the farm,
The largest to be found.
I rolled the pumpkin to my house,
And carved it right away.
I filled it with candle light,
And put it on display.
The pumpkin jack -o- lantern,
Was as festive as could be,
I kept it out all autumn long,
For everyone to see!
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by Aileen Fisher
The last of October
We lock the garden gate.
"The flowers alive all withered
That used to stand straight.
The last of October
We put the swings away
And the porch looks deserted
Where we like to play.
The last of October
The birds have all flown,
The screens are in the attic,
The sand pile's all gone;
Everything is put away
Before it starts to snow---
I wonder if the ladybugs
Have any place to go.
A Bed in the Leaves
ReplyDeleteBy Marian Kennedy
My yard is full of leaves today
Brown and yellow and gold
I think I'll rake them in a pile
Higher than my head
Then I'll pretend it is my bed
I'll jump in very quick
And pile their leaves up over me
For covers soft and thick
I'll just lie there so nice and warm
And look up in the sky
And watch more leaves float down for me
To rake up bye and bye
Keshia Williams
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by Alissa Manning-Telisak
The month of October is here,
The weather is turning cold.
Leaves are falling from the trees,
In colors of red and orange and gold.
OCTOBER
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Pumpkins, pumpkins
All around,
Big and small
Oval and round.
Picking a pumpkin
Is so much fun,
But how can I
Choose just one.
I search the patch
From left to right,
Under stems and leaves
Tucked in tight.
What is this
That I spy,
From the corner
Of my eye.
Just the right size
Nice and round,
The perfect pumpkin
I have found.
October’s Party
ReplyDeleteBy: George Cooper
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best.
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly “hands around.”
April Davis
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By: Kristin Riley
I picked a pumpkin from the patch,
A pumpkin orange and round.
It was the best one on the farm,
The largest to be found.
I rolled the pumpkin to my house,
And carved it right away.
I filled it up with candle light,
And put it on display.
The pumpkin jack-o-lantern,
Was as festive as could be.
I kept it out all autumn long,
For everyone to see.