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planted
in a vast fertile field
roots
take hold & hope is grown
how
many bright faces will it yield
in
autumn's mist, dreams are sown
vines
twisting around weaving a path
will
it be enough to feed the masses
lost
& hungry will we feel the wrath
minds
poisoned by mysterious gases
cut
of a knife soft flesh, hard shell
carving
eyes, so the world may see
candlelight
love a place to dwell
opening
our hearts holds the key
tossing
pumpkin seeds food for thought
fall
breeze may new dreams be caught
written
for dVerse Brian hosting..writing about hard issues
through
the pumpkin lens..