Thursday, December 14, 2017

a Mother's Garden poem for Friday


 
To Mom's garden;
  radishes red 
 
Mothers garden, planted in spring
Radishes after the last thaw
Devil bright red and white ones too
Long rows thick brilliant leaves of green
Eat reds right there with dash of salt
Whites for in the house, dinner treat
 
Mother's garden, pride of prairie
Sweet green peas and carrots came next
Orange and strait no other be
More on the spot snacks tummy fill
Pea shelling time, fun for the kids
Canned peas and carrots cellar bound
 
Mother's garden, one full acre
Tomato plants, string beans to plant
Homemade catsup back porch bottled
Beets for pickling last all year long
Sweet corn, pop corn, she grew them both
Fill the cellar before the frost
 
Mother's garden, what could be left
Strawberries return in the spring
Rows and rows, potatoes to dig
Squash and cucumbers long and green
Pumpkins, watermelons, fall's treat
Cantaloupe too, all ground cover
 
Mother's garden, prairie reclaimed
Faithful favorites return each spring
Day lilies, snap dragons, flowers
bright. Once gift of seed companies
Rhubarb, asparagus, onions
Can't stand to leave, faithful friends wait
 
But mother's garden is no more
Volunteers and the wild remain
Rustlers come, there's  plenty for all
Some pause, reminisce days of old
Hoeing weeds, picking vegetables
 
Mother's garden gone, Mother too
 
 
 


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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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6 Comments:

At Friday, December 15, 2017 3:18:00 AM, Blogger gillena cox said...

Ah yes Jim great memories full of flavour and love

Much💖love

 
At Friday, December 15, 2017 11:04:00 AM, Blogger A said...

Brings me closer to home. The plains were fruitful

 
At Friday, December 15, 2017 11:36:00 AM, Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

This is heartbreaking, Jim, especially the end. To think that something so rich is now gone... well, it pulls at the gut.

 
At Friday, December 15, 2017 12:20:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Marr said...

Your mother worked very hard, with a one acre gharden and canning everything she grew. Wow. Women worked hard back then. Love the photos, and I also love rhubarb pie. Reminds me of my grandma's rhubarb pie.

 
At Friday, December 15, 2017 3:56:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

Oh I love all that a garden can give, and all you can pickle and keep... we have a lot of jam waiting to be eaten...

 
At Sunday, December 17, 2017 12:43:00 AM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is so incredibly poignant, Jim.

 

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