It started as a flicker A barely visible flame It kept on growing Until never the same A hellfire now burned Atop the candlestick Beads of deep crimson Dripped from the wicked wick Hotter and hotter The wicked wick burned Faster and faster It twisted and turned Sinister faces In its plumes of smoke With… Read More The Wicked Wick
The rambling rambler rambled Down the dirt road Kicking up dust On legs that were bowed On feet that were blistered By old cowboy boots He never stopped moving Never put down any roots The rambling rambler rambled Across state lines Tipping his hat At each “Welcome to” sign Sampling the food Made famous… Read More The Rambling Rambler Rambled
It’s sad to see The trees left on the lot All of the orphans That Christmas forgot Cold and bare In quiet desperation Hoping for a home And festive decorations But new hope is found When the birds fly in They fluff their feathers As tweeting begins They sing Christmas carols From days of… Read More Christmas Orphans
The midnight hour Has come and gone The minutes tick Down to the dawn Still, sleep evades The weary ones Who wait on rest That never comes
I saw a pumpkin On the side of the road Covered with leaves Its face barely showed One triangle eye A small button nose And a pumpkin stem Out of the leaves rose When a gust of wind Moved fall debris Down a steep hill The pumpkin rolled free Over bumps and stumps The… Read More Feasted and Cheered
Fog crept in ‘til the valley was flooded With eerie silence Desolate, cold-blooded Kernels were plucked From decorative corn Swallowed by ravens With feathers worn Perched upon scarecrows Stuffed with straw Silent witnesses As the wolves gnaw On a bone that sticks up From damp, cold dirt Wearing the remnants Of a red plaid shirt… Read More Farmer John
The antique farmhouse Over 100 years old Has heard many secrets But not one has it told Though it grows weak More tired day by day Afraid those secrets It soon will give away A creak from the floor A new crack in the wall Are signs the farmhouse Is fated to fall Under… Read More Farmhouse
In the still of the night The landscape transformed As Jack Frost and his Flakes Became a winter storm ~ They danced and they sang A finely choreographed number Chilling the air As the town folks did slumber ~ Jack and his Flakes Reached far and wide Freezing everything, they could Leaving nowhere to hide… Read More Jack Frost and his Flakes
Is there someone watching Out in the woods My shivers say yes So, I pull up my hood ~ The comfort lasts but a moment When I hear a strange sound It started over there Now it circles all around ~ Creaking and crackling Not just under my feet A whisper in my ear Makes… Read More Eerily
Mom and Pop Pumpkin Dreamed of the day Their own little gourds Would laugh and play ~ Their patch-sweet-patch Filled with love and joy Between two feisty girls And one shy boy ~ Gina and Athena Pumpkin Picked on brother Bo Wrapping their vines too tight So young Bo had no room to grow ~… Read More A Gourd Story
Jessica M. Collette 
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