ORANGE PUMPKINS, ORANGE SKY

H. W. Bryce

Orange pumpkins, orange skies,

Canadian Geese flying by,

Witches and goblins dancing ’round,

Little kids laughing, joyous bound

To a Hallowe’en party Hallowe’en night,

Adults reliving the fun again,

Remembering always the main

Thing in life is love, encourage right.

Though night may bring the look of doom,

Daylight will light the pumpkin’s bloom

And the kids will again come out to play,

And while the sun shines, adults make hay.

All hallows eve, the night before All Saints’ Day,

Once believed if you deny or ignore, you’ll pay,

Like Westminster’s Guy Fawkes* bag of tricks;

Now its treats for little kids to replace such tricks.

Orange pumpkins, orange sky,

the kids to grow up strong and

faithful to the laws of love.

And pumpkin seed brings pumpkins more,

The cycle of life, of give and take;

Work with love, the people’s crop,

the secret of life right at its core.

*Although Guy Fawkes Night is actually celebrated Nov. 5, it is often compared to our Hallowe’en night. Both are celebrations. Ours replaces the rites for the souls of the dead, often with fireworks; England’s celebrates with effigy-burning bonfires for the failure of the Gunpowder Plot to blow up the British parliament building in Westminster in 1605. Fawkes was guarding the gun power under the House of Lords. A tip off led to his arrest and the prevention of the planned explosion.

Inspired by picture of pumpkin patch under orange sky posted by Orlanda Oct. 14, 2019.

A pumpkin harvest sunset.
Photo/Lynn Bauer