Carving up October into Pieces - Part Deux by Kristina Woodhill the turkey crouched low lurking in October's pumpkin patch felt safe among the densely rustling leaves and breathed at last “this running's for the birds,” said he, to open faces there a softly warming glow surrounded him with friendly stares “i need to rest awhile i hope you'll let me share your patch i've got a month of Thursdays to avoid their deadly snatch i thought we'd make a dandy team since knives are what we dread it's you they want to hollow out it's me... well, enough said... so let's lay low together let these two months pass us by we'll share a joke of orange orbs of birds that cannot fly i heard a good one yesterday the gist of it I lost but i wondered if you know the one about a guy named Frost” 10/31/2007 Author's Note: ;) Posted on 10/31/2007 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 10/31/07 at 05:19 PM Kristina this is great!! It reads quickly and pulls right in to the story. This flows so well. It would be a great intro to a childrens book! Posted by A. Paige White on 10/31/07 at 06:27 PM It really is great! It immediately gave me an image of a much harrassed turkey throwing a wing over a friendly punkin... Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/01/07 at 03:26 PM ...kristina, where do i start?...you out-did yo'self on this one...starts out and stays out-lovely-listening-orbs of confusion from turkey to pumpkin and the conversation had me smiling, imagining what you allowed me to imagine, this is moooooore than cute...peace, chaz Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 3 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)