The Pumpkin Patch

The crackling, crunchy leaves, resound in the pumpkin patch,

Trailing the footprints of children searching to complete

the one that quietly nestled in their small hands to carry

suddenly the snap releases the orange ball

As the heavy load is held close to the heart

sculptured, painted, and created,

like some artist like Michelangelo,

Shining on the doorsteps

Taking me to the pumpkin patch,

always a warm memory,again.

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