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Theme in Yellow BY CARL SANDBURG

I SPOT the hills  With yellow balls in autumn.  I light the prairie cornfields  Orange and tawny gold clusters  And I am called pumpkins.  On the last of October  When dusk is fallen  Children join hands  And circle round me  Singing ghost songs  And love to the harvest moon;  I am a jack-o'-lantern  With terrible teeth  And the children know  I am fooling.