Oh!—fruit loved of boyhood!—the old days recalling,
When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!
When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin,
Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!
John Greenleaf Whittier
Image by Cari Overall.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Glaring
Labels:
jack o'lanterns,
poetry,
pumpkins
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2 comments:
Not only a talented artist and entrepreneur, but a well-read person, too.
Huh. Smarty-pants.
LOVE this!
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