Somewhere Along the Pumpkin Vine

Somewhere along the pumpkin vine

A leaf begins to fall

A perfect, crisp orange

The ones you like to step on

As you hear a perfect, satisfying crunch

Somewhere along the pumpkin vine

a crow begins to stalk

Perhaps a nibble, maybe a bite

must not be far along

A smashed pumpkin is there, he sees

Somewhere along the pumpkin vine

A little girl shrieks

"Daddy, Daddy, this one!"

She speaks

he cannot say no

so they put it in the wagon

A snip is made

somewhere along the pumpkin vine.

Somewhere along the pumpkin vine

A girl sits

A cozy sweater, A cup of tea

A moment of gentle bliss

She breaths in the cool, crisp air

Her hair is wild in the wind

she doesn't seem to care

She waits

Somewhere along the pumpkin vine.