Pumpkin patch poems

Amber and blue, the smoke behind the hill, Where in the glow fades out the morning star, Curtains the autumn cornfield, sloped afar, And strikes an acrid savour on the chill. The hilltop fence shines saffron o'er the still Unbending ranks of bunched and bleaching corn, And every pallid stalk is crisp with morn, Crisp with the silver autumn morns distil. Purple the narrowing alleys stretched between The spectral shocks, a purple harsh and cold, But spotted, where the gadding pumpkins run, With bursts of blaze that startle the serene Like sudden voices,—globes of orange bold, Elate to mimic the unrisen sun.

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold, Like that which o'er Nineveh's prophet once grew, While he waited to know that his warning was true, And longed for the storm-cloud, and listened in vain For the rush of the whirlwind and red fire-rain.

On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden Comes up with the fruit of the tangled vine laden; And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold Through orange-leaves shining the broad spheres of gold; Yet with dearer delight from his home in the North, On the fields of his harvest the Yankee looks forth, Where crook-necks are coiling and yellow fruit shines, And the sun of September melts down on his vines.

What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie? It was fourteen inches wide And weighed thirty-two pounds. And, it had a stem that twisted All the way around. I took it home and stared at it To decide what I should do. Should I carve a scary face; Or, should I just carve "Boo!? Well, I took a knife and cut away But it was not easy. My scary mouth was upside down And became a grin so cheesy. My pumpkin is not scary As I wanted it to be.

But, it's still the grandest pumpkin In all the world to me! Here are some that are spoofs of nursery rhymes. Mary Elizabeth Frye. Langston Hughes. Rudyard Kipling. Caged Bird. The Road Not Taken. Robert Frost. If You Forget Me. Pablo Neruda. Still I Rise. Annabel Lee. Edgar Allan Poe. All Poems. Sep 20, 2 comments. Shared reading has always been one of my favorite things, and my kiddos have always loved it too! So, since October is right around the corner, I thought I share 3 pumpkins poems with you!

You can write these poems on chart paper, on sentence strips to use in a pocket chart, or on a poster. I personally like to put poems in a pocket chart. They can get pointers and read the poems over and over again! I also like to have each word on a separate card. This makes it easy to manipulate. You can pull out words that start with the same letter, have the same number of letters, or even sight words that are the same. If you want to read more about how I like to use poems, you can go check out my post about using poetry in the classroom:.

But, sometimes I just like to make up my own stuff! This is one of those poems! Plus, this is just a FUN poem! You can write their words on sentence strips and add it to your pocket chart poem, or you could even make a class book!

This simple counting poem never gets old!