| Pumkin Poem Its the time of year when the leaves are all turning, from a beautiful green to bright orange and yellow. I am planning my patch the big prize I am yearning, for when growing a giant life is anything but mello. It’s always on my mind from day and into night, I want to grow it huge one that will bewilder. This battle for growth this tiring long uphill fight, Yet gives me great pleasure For my work is what filled ‘er. Hauling manure spreading it out, I head to the field start looking about. Back on the tractor I till it all in, The poop does turn under will I have enough to win. Its time to plant over, A mixture with clover. a spreader in hand, The seeds hit the sand. The winter is boring but has anticipation, For spring is approaching and my seeds are lined up. Then April is exciting bordering on jubilation, For my seeds are now sprouting there’s green in the cup! I till in the cover build hills for the prize, I spread compost over contemplating fruit size. Summer comes quickly With critters and flies, My plants they look sickly It is the heat I surmise. I set up the misters to cool them off, on top is a dress of my sister’s where’d I put the shade cloth? The turkeys are coming and the moles have been here, my stomach is churning when I see a doe deer. The bear is long gone and the beetles are beaten, I put fungicide on The places they’ve eaten. I wipe sweat from my brow as I think of the work, she’s putting on weight now I say with a smirk. I will take it to Canby Or maybe Half Moon Bay, This thing is my baby What did she gain today? Again the leaves are falling Time to prepare once again, The weigh-offs are calling The work does begin. Emmons and Mombert giants they’ve grown, the biggest on the planet at least that are known. Thank you to Dill for the seeds you did develop, I can hardly sit still As I open the padded envelope. | |
| The Witch is a central symbol of Halloween. The name comes from the Saxon wicca, meaning 'wise one'. When setting out for a Sabbath, witches rubbed a sacred ointment onto their skin. This gave them a feeling of flying, and if they were fasting they felt even giddier. Some witches rode on horseback, but poor ones went of foot and carried a broom or pole to aid in vaulting over streams. In England when new witches were initiated they were often blindfolded, smeared with flying ointment and placed on a broomstick. The ointment would confuse the mind, speed up the pulse and numb the feet. The new witch really thought she was flying. |  |
