Stepping gingerly down each row,
How to choose? I do not know.
This one leans a bit to the side,
That one's so ugly it wants to hide.
I touch the stems and feel for bumps,
I don't want one with awkward lumps.
This one is too big,
That one is too small,
How do I find the best one of all?
Finally, my eyes do see,
The perfect one in front of me.
I pick it up, my grin spread wide,
At last at home, it comes inside.
4 comments:
Did you write that?! You definitely have a gift for poetry! The pictures with your sweet girl are beautiful. I can't wait to go pick out a pumpkin for our family!
Oh my gosh, love the poem and love the pictures!! What a perfect fall post!
Cuter than cute!
Stopping by from Write on Edge. :)
What a cute poem! I love it. The pictures are great too!
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