Nov. 11, 2008 - Write what you know?
Apparently, my 11 year old channels Almanzo from Little
House. Still, I think it's a very good poem.
Blessings, Holly
Wheat and barley, all brought in.
I watch the frost claim the squash;
A white sheet, the washing of frost.
The corn is stored in a bin.
The cucumbers are placed
In pickle brine's silent embrace.
The silo sticks up solo
Through the whirling flakes of snow.
The lake iced, very near
This is my winter and I hold it dear.
By light from the lantern,
I milk the cow.
The hearth is bright as I enter the house.
I leave the cold winter night.
