We dress them up,  give them different facial expressions,

 Eyes of fright, a mouth with sharp teeth that perhaps can chew.

A nose, many different shapes that possibly smell blood and fear,

“The Pumpkins”  we put them out on the porch, light them up with fire.

Leave them out at night in the cold, animals eat them in the dark,

They are destroyed by prowlers that walk in the night, a surprise this night.

They have had enough, you gave them a face, a personality, they have anger,

Tonight is their Halloween,  after you go to bed they take over your lives.

They become you, in the morning you rest on the porch, a pumpkin,

Their faces are now yours, you now wear the expressions you gave them.

Keith Garrett