To-day before my mind did sprout
In tender, whitish green
A vision of the grandest pumpkin
I had ever seen.
Before too long that sprout did grow
And change into a vine
A-curling all around my thoughts
And running through my mind.
Compelled to act, I planted seeds,
And made a pact: to conquer weeds
And tend to all the varied needs
Of gourds and vines until…
“Behold my works ye mighty!”
I’ll declare unto the corn,
When a hundred pounds of pumpkin
From this musing has been born.
April 25, 2025
Dylan Brenneis 