RE: Pomes

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I like the last line!  (Heck, I like the whole poem since it doesn’t rhyme!)

 

-Gus

 

-----Original Message-----
From: Dennis [mailto:dhouser@attbi.com]
Sent: Thursday, September 19, 2002 10:30 PM
To: pumpkins@hort.net
Subject: Pomes

 

I will take a stab at it Kathie here is what I came up with

 

             Pumpkins?

 

It begins with a cold winters end

When passion over come reason

We ordinary become extraordinary

Pulled to mother earth

By season past

In hand we breathe the soil

It’s time to plan, it’s time to till

This is my year we say

No matter what the cost

 

We all plant with care

These are our babies

Warm their water

Cool their limbs

We guard against their enemies

And we pray

 

We say we want to be the best

And grow the biggest ones

But what are we growing

That is what’s so weird

Because what were really growing

Are friendships

There just big and orange

Ok some times green

 

By Dennis Houser

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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