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NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
WHEN JACK-O'-LANERNS ON THE DOORSTEP CRY
When jack-o'-lanterns on the doorstep cry
And evening ghosts glide silent cross the floor,
The ragged scarecrow-man heaves out a sigh
For golden Summer hours that come no more
As sorrow fills the air like falling leaves
The stars burn pale as dying candle flames,
The amber moon looks down and softly grieves;
Time reads his ancient book of dead men's names
Then locks the volume with an iron key.
Somewhere I hear a footstep on the stair,
A quiet tap, the creaking of a door,
Or catch the gentle scent of perfumed hair...
But jack-o'-lanterns cry and I am sure
That ghosts are nothing more than old men's dreams,
That life is snuffed out when the clock strikes ten;
Our little world holds no more than what seems
To come and pass before the eyes of men.
The jack-o-lanterns cry for you and me.
One of the best fall poems ever written!
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
WHEN JACK-O'-LANERNS ON THE DOORSTEP CRY
When jack-o'-lanterns on the doorstep cry
And evening ghosts glide silent cross the floor,
The ragged scarecrow-man heaves out a sigh
For golden Summer hours that come no more
As sorrow fills the air like falling leaves
The stars burn pale as dying candle flames,
The amber moon looks down and softly grieves;
Time reads his ancient book of dead men's names
Then locks the volume with an iron key.
Somewhere I hear a footstep on the stair,
A quiet tap, the creaking of a door,
Or catch the gentle scent of perfumed hair...
But jack-o'-lanterns cry and I am sure
That ghosts are nothing more than old men's dreams,
That life is snuffed out when the clock strikes ten;
Our little world holds no more than what seems
To come and pass before the eyes of men.
The jack-o-lanterns cry for you and me.
One of the best fall poems ever written!
Thanks, NancyGene.
This was one that my Muse dictated very quickly. Immediately after finishing off a longer poem that took several days, She dashed this one out in under ten minutes.
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
WHEN JACK-O'-LANERNS ON THE DOORSTEP CRY
When jack-o'-lanterns on the doorstep cry
And evening ghosts glide silent cross the floor,
The ragged scarecrow-man heaves out a sigh
For golden Summer hours that come no more
As sorrow fills the air like falling leaves
The stars burn pale as dying candle flames,
The amber moon looks down and softly grieves;
Time reads his ancient book of dead men's names
Then locks the volume with an iron key.
Somewhere I hear a footstep on the stair,
A quiet tap, the creaking of a door,
Or catch the gentle scent of perfumed hair...
But jack-o'-lanterns cry and I am sure
That ghosts are nothing more than old men's dreams,
That life is snuffed out when the clock strikes ten;
Our little world holds no more than what seems
To come and pass before the eyes of men.
The jack-o-lanterns cry for you and me.
One of the best fall poems ever written!
Thanks, NancyGene.
This was one that my Muse dictated very quickly. Immediately after finishing off a longer poem that took several days, She dashed this one out in under ten minutes.
Do jack-o-lanterns tears put out their internal fire?