Stories and Poems Written fro...

By DanTurner192

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A friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. Th... More

Poem Garden
Angel In My Garden
A Better Place
I've Been a Bit Naïve
Sometimes I Wonder
Are Trees Smarter and Wiser Than Us?
The Roses of Griffith Buck
It Seems No One Looked at The Roses...
The IFA Store
The Rose Garden
The Bumblebee
The Little Black Bugs
My Home by the Sea
The Rose Gardener
Feathered Mentors
A Little White Butterfly
The One I Called A Weed
The Lucky Clover
The Raven
Nevada Rose
Seek The Simple Pleasures
We Had a Special Visitor
To Your Health
For My Wife
A Talk With Nature
First Robin of Spring
Garden Angel
Elko, Nevada
On The Day That I Shall Die
Rose Angel
My Scarecrow
Please Dear Lord
The Radish Race
The Nest
Quiet Hero
The Rose Garden
A Little Kindness
Where the Wild Roses Grow
Spring
Spring Revisited
A Big Fat Robin
Summer's Bliss
For Dorothy, My Wife
A Walk in the Garden
Like the Golden Leaves of Fall
November Rose
Winter's Chill
Harrison's Yellow

The Pumpkin Chorus

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By DanTurner192


Did I ever tell you ...

That when I was very young

On a blustery Halloween night

I heard the Pumpkin Chorus sung.


I was walking towards home alone

Long after the setting of the sun.

Past the fields of Farmer Schwoob.

Headed in from town - after a little fun.


Then in the field I heard a stir

Some giggles and humming like a bee.

I thought there must be kids a-hiding

To play a little trick on me.


So, I thought I'd scare 'em half to death

By running in and screaming like a banshee.

But when I got to where the voices were

There were just bewildered pumpkins look'n back at me.


There they sat, all huddled up.

One squirmed a bit and cocked his head.

Then they all whispered as they smiled up at me.

"You're just in time!" – was what the biggest orange one said.


Then again came the giggles and the humming.

Followed by the tapping of a vine.

Then they burst out in a mighty chorus

That I have to admit - sounded mighty fine.


"Pumpkins, Pumpkins now we are free

To sing our songs - safe from all strife.

Pumpkins, Pumpkins – lucky are we

'Cause no one carved us with a big knife.


Halloween's over and we are still here

Seeds in our belly - without a scratch.

Now there is nothing for us to fear.

We are all safe in our little pumpkin patch."


I have to admit I enjoyed their songs.

I even joined in on a verse or two.

But I started getting pretty cold

As the frost was beginning to form from the dew.


So, when they finished their song

I thanked them all and bid my farewell.

In parting I said, "I'll see you at Thanksgiving!"

But the reason, I figured, was best not to tell.

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