I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 18. Theme In Yellow
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Fogs and Fires
Year: Published/Written in 1916

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