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Oct 28, 2009
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Jack-O-Lantern Moon (Sonnet)
Oh, Jack-O-Lantern Moon sitting there with
big toothless grin watching the ripe corn die,
come up here old fool! Know this: death is myth;
time passes; the end for men is a lie.
Seed just goes in the ground and rests awhile--
What say you of spring when it’s green all ‘round?
So ‘tis till graves open mile after mile--
Now, watch over the harvest in the ground
till you bow to morning, pale at the sun.
The higher you rise, the smaller you get.
At end of stars, it’s time for you to run.
Oh, fat pumpkin moon, it is a sure bet,
the yellow corn will spring back in the west.
It’s you, big fellow, who’s the short-term guest.
big toothless grin watching the ripe corn die,
come up here old fool! Know this: death is myth;
time passes; the end for men is a lie.
Seed just goes in the ground and rests awhile--
What say you of spring when it’s green all ‘round?
So ‘tis till graves open mile after mile--
Now, watch over the harvest in the ground
till you bow to morning, pale at the sun.
The higher you rise, the smaller you get.
At end of stars, it’s time for you to run.
Oh, fat pumpkin moon, it is a sure bet,
the yellow corn will spring back in the west.
It’s you, big fellow, who’s the short-term guest.
— deelilah, Oct 28, 2009
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DawningDaytripper
16 years 7 months ago
That was Great.
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
hey mate
DawningDaytripper
16 years 7 months ago
I know you didn’t ask me,
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Deelilah
Candlewitch
16 years 7 months ago
hello
deelilah
16 years 7 months ago
To my friends