Thursday, February 2, 2023 House of Gourds

I’ve heard it said that a House of Gourds
Is bound to come tumbling down.
Broken pieces of shell and innards
Littered all over the ground.

Shards of yellow and orange and white
Mixed with pulpy seeds
They shouldn’t have built that House of Gourds,
A house that no one needs.

All winter that mess will stay on the ground
No one will ever clean it.
Freezing, thawing, stinking, gnawing,
You’ll wish you’d never seen it.

But wait – I see some pretty green vines,
By summer they’re tumbling all over,
Now I know why that House of Gourds
Gets built at the end of October.

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