Jack o lanterns all different but same purpose.

When I was young I always wondered why they said the Moon was made of green cheese when they talked about a blue moon and when it looked either white or yellow or orange to me… I can remember a few scary Orange Jack-O-Lantern moons when I was young in the Fall when I was out with Dad, Grandpa and a few Uncles Duck hunting… It was like a scary second Sunrise…

A trick-or-treater’s night of candy fun, and scares for his friends. Happy Halloween!

Now, the last day, the eldest son. But I still remember that Halloween, 31 October 2001. That was Saturday. I went to learn English with an American girl named Debby as usual.

This is a story about a little pumpkin and a boy name Sam. Sam and his Grandmother make a jack-o-lantern. Sam has a dream about his pumpkin.

A poem.

A poem of the story of poor Jack O Lantern that was not welcome in heaven or hell.

A Happy Halloween Event – Jack-O-Lantern Carvin’

A pantoum poem about the beauty of sunsets in nature.

Did Sassy lead them to Charlie’s jack-o-lantern or does someone else know where it is?