Pumpkin, Oh Pumpkin
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
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I told my mom there is a monster under my bed,
and she tells me it's all in my head.
What about the one coming through my wall?
Or the one I hear stomping down the hall?
Above huge hills if ever I could rise,
Beyond the gravity as Iron Man flies.
Climbing and hanging if towers I could touch,
Dashing as the Spider-Man, if fingers were such.
As a young child, I dreamt of being Superman. For me, other superhero could match him. I'm retired, but if I were still teaching, this would be an ideal fun poem with plenty to discuss in the...
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Time to wake up my sweet little one.
It is time for you to see the rising sun.
Stay awake, my superstar.
Mum's left open the cookie jar.
sumMer came
flowErs bloomed
playMates giggled
bOnfires lit
As a small child I fancied to sail
By ocean to a land of fairy tales,
Camp in a field with Little Red Riding Hood.
Dazzling stars would fire at the Big Bad Wolf.
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A cardinal flew past me today
Because he wanted my attention.
Cardinals mean someone in heaven is thinking of you.
Did you know that? And did you also know that
A ball dress, some slippers, and I am in heaven.
Believe me, pretending and dress up is fun!
Can you use your own imagination?
Do give it a try, my little one.
The warmth of the sun,
Faces all aglow.
It's time for summer fun
As the happy faces show.
Sometimes I dream that I can fly.
I lift and flap my arms just so,
And soon I'm soaring to the sky.
Graceful like a bird I go.
Thanks, Pat, for your poem. I love the feeling of movement your words create - they really transported me. And I also appreciate your honesty in dealing with the subject of finding and having...