The pungent smell of autumn
With the air so crisp and cool
Golden leaves tumble to the ground
A time for nature’s renewal

The pumpkins are harvested
When autumn time appears
They are ripe and ready
For the parade we all revere

Horses are hooked up
To wagons and carts
Folks all pile in
And we’re ready to start

Aren’t they just beautiful?
The pumpkins I mean
Every size shade and style
It’s a sweet autumn dream

The air is so fresh
The time is so right
It’s a pumpkin parade
What a beautiful sight!

Marilyn Lott

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pumpkin-parade/