Jenny Rae Jones, University of Georgia
Creative Corner, Winner
As the sun drifts away,
the scarecrows come out to play.
They dance and leap, through fall’s
Splendor is the autumn breeze,
flowing through the dying trees.
The full moon shines, on the pumpkin's
The foggy forest glows, as the owl's eye shows.
Throughout the night, the scampering paws
and the bat’s flight.
The darkness through the wood,
as the ghosts sing as they should.
A beautiful autumn night, with only a little