An Outing with Grandma
At seventeen and a new high school graduate I went to Oregon with my parents and little sister to visit my grandparents. The second day Grandma took us kids to the beach. She had gathered a couple of buckets and a spade. We were going clam digging. I had never been to an ocean beach nor seen a clam before.
Grandma spotted many clam holes and we dug into the sand but dig as we could we never found even one clam.
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A Senyru:
Never saw a clam
Grandma couldn't find me one
Now love fried clam rolls
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And a Haiku:
Seafood wild
Clams elusive fruits de mer
Food chain filter feeders
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/02/season-your-poetry-part-ii.html?showComment=1551395294308&m=1#c6902197445424667132
Labels: Family, Food, Haibun, Jim's Life, Poem
posted by Jim @ 2/28/2019 06:15:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Excellent. I love your trip to visit your grandmother. The haiku is excellent and a great end to your story. Thank you for writing to my prompt.
I have never been clam digging either, but I hear northern France is the best place for it.....think if I ever get to France I will be more likely to spend it in the vineyards! Thanks for sharing this piece with us.
I can see it all, Jim.......a wonderful memory. You painted a wonderful scene.
Memories, I love to get a peek inside one. Lovely!
How wonderful is this memory, Jim! Your senryu made me smile. :-)
Oh how I miss those visits with Grandma!!
Love how you included the senyru! Nice.
A lovely walk down memory lane and tasty senryu and haiku :)
I NEARLY went clam digging once, in my teens. But the weather turned against us.
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