Pumpkin Poetry
Hey Guys!
Only two entries so far into the 2006 poetry contest. I have promised THREE
prizes, so THREE prizes there will be, even if the No 1 winner has to get
two of them.
YOU can prevent that by entering. Take a pencil/paper to halftime, or beg
off washing up the Thanksgiving dishes because you have work to do.
Deadline: Midnight November 30.
Northwest Soils
Jeez, my hands!
Oh, the joints of my fingers!
Theres no pain like the klong of a pickax
Swung hard on a rock.
Rock! Id say a boulder from the feel of it.
When this is out the hole is dug.
I knew I lived atop a gravel pit
But green is there, and there, and there.
And here we are trying to make more green.
What fools, what idiots, to fantasize
Green giant leaves and glorious orange globes
Atop this cemented sand and rock and ugly gray clay!
Says Hubby, This had better be a
(EXPLETIVE DELETED) big pumpkin!
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