It stood in the middle of a vast yard
behind the terribly strange house. 
And this tree rose up some 
one hundred feet in the air,
taller than the high roofs 
and round and well branched,
and covered all over with rich assortments
of red and brown and yellow autumn leaves.

"But." whispered Tom.
"oh, look. What's up in that tree!"

For the tree was hung with 
a variety of pumpkins of every shape
and size and a number of tints
and hues of smokey yellow or bright orange.

"A pumpkin tree," someone said.

"No," said Tom.

The wind blew among the high branches
and tossed their bright burdens, softly.

"A Halloween Tree," said Tom.

And he was right.