Pumpkin Farm Poem

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On the pumpkin farm, in the autumn sun,
Orange globes ripen, one by one,
Vines sprawling wide, leaves of green,
A harvest scene, a rustic dream.
Fields of pumpkins, in rows so neat,
Ready for picking, a seasonal treat,
Their rounded shapes, so plump and round,
Nature's gift, abundant and profound.
Children laugh, as they frolic and play,
Among the pumpkins, in a playful display,
Choosing the perfect one to take home,
With giggles and grins, they gleefully roam.
Jack-o'-lanterns, carved with care,
Glowing at night, a flickering flare,
Their toothy grins, a Halloween delight,
Illuminating the darkness with eerie light.
At the pumpkin farm, the air is crisp,
A fall tradition, a pumpkin harvest bliss,
From pies to soups, and decorations bold,
Pumpkins reign supreme, a treasure to behold.