In A Pumpkin Patch- Michael Erickson

Within a pumpkin patch we find,

A young and malleable mind.

With questions that run as deep,

As an endless imagination is wide.

Oh to slow down and partake,

In a simple game of fanciful thought.

To relish in the sheer size of this pumpkin patch,

And walk beyond a solid reference.

Into what could be between these stalks and leaves,

Where a new land now exists.

Take with you a large canteen of juice,

And this map inscribed with butterfly lace.

At its end who knows what you will find,

But upon a journey you most definitely will be.

Now quick as a scuttling spider may you range,

New friends await beside unique offerings.

Upon imagination’s tide are born,

And to places unknown will you see.

Let go of what it was that brought you here,

And in this pumpkin patch find where you must be.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

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