My niece, Nava, wrote a poem that I think I absolutely love. She's the little gal in the blue dress in the picture below. Here it is!
It is Sunrise.
Sunrise is the best time to pick pumpkins.
My Grandma is taking me.
My name is Nava.
My baby brother, Ben is coming with me.
Sunrise is the best time to pick pumpkins,
because the pumpkins are more orange that a tangerine
and more yellow than a lemon.
The pumpkins will not take me anywhere,
although they are as round as a balloon.
But the pumpkin will not take me anywhere, but I
will have fun at the pumpkin patch.