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R.I.P.(rest in peace)


Someone wrote......

THEN, this list can be daunting.  Every day this list is filled with
stories of woe and disaster... borers, rot, blight, plague, famine, death
and war (I consider the phone company tryin to rip up the vines to be the
vegitable equivalent of war).   Each day I went out to check my vines I
expected to see naught but a little mound of green curcurbit mulch, and fat
insects, bacteria, or whatever.

And Judy wrote.....

Tony, I think we need more poetry from you.  We are drying up on the vine.
 Please send poems!

So I wrote......


       R.I.P.

Around my garden
Are some large tombstones
Lasting reminders
Of the pumpkins I've grown

My pumpkins to me
Are family or kin
I couldn't let them rot
In a compost bin

Here lies Betty
At 854
She blew out
Couldn't take anymore

And this one's for Princess
The bugs had a feast
She died slowly
May she rest in peace

Over there lies Bertha
She got herself caught
In a violent hailstorm
Her life was cut short

And there's old Mavis
The best of the lot
An unfortunate victim
Of blossom end rot

And poor old Bumpkin
Her belly was rotten
She's gone now
But not forgotten

I'll never forget Blossom
She met with bad luck
On the way to the weigh-off
She rolled off the truck

And my only success
I called her Flo
She won second place
At the pumpkin show

Mother natures rule
Says we must part
This pumpkin growing
Sure breaks my heart
                        (c)
    Tony Hickman
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