the year our garden gave too much
we sold zucchini at the road
five for a dollar
my father’s farmer friend
drove slow by our table,
pretending to cry
as we stole his business
and we two (capitalists
disguised as girls)
stuck out our tongues
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Very sweet memory SFAM, bet you two were quite the pair. xo
Thanks, babe. One of my favorite mental snapshots from my childhood 😉
Such a wonderful memory… and the scene so well captured in your words.
Thank you so much, HA.
On Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 12:59 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Childhood revisited – the warmth and mischief of sisterhood and the vicissitudes of life on rural farms. well done, Susan
Thanks, Noel. One of my favorite memories.
On Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 1:11 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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A great way to remember her.
Thank you, Jeff.
On Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 1:39 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Sweet and lovely.
Thank you so much! It is a sweet memory for me.
On Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 2:42 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Susan,
Beautiful image. I sold vegetables by the road as a child, too. This really hit home for me. I’m sorry for your loss.
Alice
Thanks, Alice. I’m glad I have these memories.
On Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 3:45 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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your last line is a smacker, a gesture still entirely understandable, though we certainly use it a lot less as adults!
Oh,thank you, Jane. I love the brash crudity of children.
I can picture the scene so clearly. Lovely memories.
Thanks, C. We were so cheeky 😉