I spot the hills
with yellow balls in cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
with yellow balls in 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.
-Carl Sandburg
Write a fable or poem about a Halloween happening.
Choose a costume to describe yourself.
Imagine a cat in a artichoke costume.
Transform a carved pumpkin into a story of flight.
-Carl Sandburg
Halloween
decorates neighborhoods and malls. Ghosts,
witches,
and goblins abound at every corner. Skeletons shake in the breeze.
Pumpkin
designers become more creative each season.Write a fable or poem about a Halloween happening.
Choose a costume to describe yourself.
Imagine a cat in a artichoke costume.
Transform a carved pumpkin into a story of flight.
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