Monday, August 13, 2018
Harvest Haiku
Perhaps none of us pay as much attention to plants as Christine, so of course her haiku was spot-on:
A seed planted, vines
grow long beneath summer skies
nectar of melon
Gavin (like me) spent some time on farms (I drove a pea viner when I was just 16; it was a great job):
I smell the grain dust
It taints the sunset blood red
My mind takes me back
I lounge on the hood
Sun-bronzed arms behind my head
I’m sixteen again
Combines rumble by
All us men bring in the wheat
Like it always was.
And Jill Scoggins has a vision that many Texans have experienced (among others):
South Texas cotton
bolls gathered on roadside look
like snow in the heat.
A seed planted, vines
grow long beneath summer skies
nectar of melon
Gavin (like me) spent some time on farms (I drove a pea viner when I was just 16; it was a great job):
I smell the grain dust
It taints the sunset blood red
My mind takes me back
I lounge on the hood
Sun-bronzed arms behind my head
I’m sixteen again
Combines rumble by
All us men bring in the wheat
Like it always was.
And Jill Scoggins has a vision that many Texans have experienced (among others):
South Texas cotton
bolls gathered on roadside look
like snow in the heat.
