At The Farmer’s Market

Picked with care organic fruits and vegetables
Washed and wash until they shine like morning sun.
Each placed in a carton or basket waiting to go
They head to a farmer’s market waiting to be picked out.
The day is nice; farmer sets his natural organic food
For anyone who amble by to check what is available for the week.
Atmosphere relax; not the go go of a grocery store
Customers linger talking with farmer about their food.
Its laid back as food is picked out and place carefully in bags.
There’s music welcoming customers to come on in.
Each week farmers may have something different
Its worth the trip to try to save money
Knowing that you are getting fresh vegetables and fruits for meals.

April 29th Prompt: The Georgic was originally Virgil’s very long poem on farming. Write a shorter, modern georgic on one aspect of farming today that you are familiar with. If farming is a far cry for you, think about grocery shopping, a farmer’s market, GMOs or a farm buying club.

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Refreshing Treat

On hot Summer days
I go out to for a cold treat.
Order a refreshing froyo.
Let each bite last forever.
Checking a website to see
What this superfood contains.
At least I will not be hangry now;
For my froyo was a satisfying treat.

April 8th Prompt: Merriam Webster added 250 words to their dictionary last year. Choose three to include in a poem you write. Here are a few: callery pear, ransom ware, bunny (from basketball), schneid, alt-right, froyo, sriracha, woke (as a slang term), and troll (internet-related. See more of the words here.

Chocolate Covered Raisins

Your sweet chew taste in the center
Surrounded by oval shell of chocolate
In a bag I could shake you
Hear the clinking back and forth
Like marbles moving around
I would stop; dig my tiny fingers in
Pull one or two of you out
Pop them in mouth like popcorn
Let the chocolate melt
Until I chewed through to the sweetness
Dreamily I savored each one of you
Till the bag was empty
Going back to grandma to see if there’s more
I stopped eating you once I grew
Until I found your organic chocolate covered raisin friend
Now on special time I can savor
What I had when I was young

April 5th Prompt: Write a poem to a favorite snack from your childhood: graham crackers or Oreos, your grandma’s raisin-filled cookies or your neighbor’s corn pone, tins of stale popcorn, peanut butter on a cabbage leaf or pizza for breakfast. Mention whether you eat it now.

Thanksgiving Feast

Turkey has finished cooking
Someone sneaks a piece of skin
Carving knife carves slices
Until turkey cease to be whole
All gather around the food
Each takes a plate laden high
Of how much food for first serving
Huge table all sit down
A prayer is spoken with heads bow
Give thanks, to the blessing of food
Dig in until you reach for seconds
Then no more; stuff as can be
But, wait there is still dessert
Sigh, I guess one can still fit that in too