that was great. 
Awww…
Now there is a real poem about a pumpkin! It really makes a person think. I wonder if we should start a Pumpkin Protection Program? Poor things.
Ahem: PUN-kin.
Dude. Your South Carolina is showing. 
Now I’m depressed . . . 
Okay, quick lesson:
Punkin:
Punkin pie:
Dick Cheney:
<---------- Also “Punkin.”
Ms. Punkin if you’re nasty.
Waldski: You forgot a verse about when they go rotten and grow blue hair.
Like this?
Great stuff Mr. Walden. Keep it up, and we’ll have to name a pond after you. 
Hey, that’s a great idea! “Aaron Pond”.
On Aaron’s Pond the pumpkins grow
Beneath origami, row on row,
That mark his place; and in the sky
The seeds, still bravely spitting, fly
Scarce heard amid the gums below.
djm
Aaron Pond
Ezra’s rather more likeable grand-nephew, perhaps?