Autumn’s Pumpkin Patch

Autumn’s Pumpkin Patch – A Poem –

Beneath a sky of azure hue,
The children laugh, the autumn true.
With scarves and hats, they venture out,
To fields where pumpkins lie about.

The air is crisp, a gentle bite,
As morning turns to golden light.
Through rows of orange, they skip and run,
In search of treasures, autumn’s fun.

Each pumpkin tells a story old,
In hues of amber, rust, and gold.
The children’s eyes with wonder gleam,
As if they walk within a dream.

The wagon waits, a wooden ride,
With bales of hay piled high inside.
They climb aboard with joyful cheer,
Their laughter bright, the season’s sphere.

Through winding paths, the tractor hums,
Past cornstalks tall and apple crumbs.
They sing of autumn’s sweet refrain,
Of harvest joy and October rain.

As twilight falls, they gather near,
With pumpkins proud and hearts sincere.
In autumn’s glow, their memories catch,
Of golden days at the pumpkin patch.