Grandparent’s Garden
Straight from the garden
carrots and peas
tomatoes and green beans
I eat as I please.
Berries and veggies
don’t make me frown
raw, sweet, and crisp
best food around.
Planted with love
straight from the vine
fresh from the soil
mine all mine!
grandma and grandpa
every spring a new garden
now sowing memories
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written for dVerse~Poets Pub.
That would be my grandparent’s garden which us kids grazed from every summer. They always planted extra to compensate. I miss them very much.
This brings memories back to me of dad and his garden… The pleasure of eating peas popped fresh from the pod and that wonderful smell and taste of tomatoes…
Lovely write.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Oh it’s making me hungry now! Thank you, Anna!
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such goodness we get from eating from the earth and foods planted by loving hands that tended the garden. the poem was so joyful like a sing a long song. and grandparents still remembered after they are gone. sweet!
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Thanks!
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Free food from the home of a loved one. Best meal.
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Thanks, Paul!
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There is nothing like fresh from the garden! 🙂
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No there isn’t and I miss it now, and them!
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Such a delightful poem 😀 ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! Hope you’re enjoying your week.
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love the memories you told him! ❤
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Thank you, Rose!
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you’re welcome! 🙂
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Oh yes, fresh and raw, and alfresco! Nothing like picking your own, Bekkie 🙂
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Nothing like it! Thanks, Kim!
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Homegrown nothing is better..
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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There is nothing as savory as radishes right from the good earth. Your grandparents did well in teaching you the valuable skill and joy of gardening.
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You know I’m not a fan of radishes but they were good from the garden!
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We always had a garden. I loved the food that came from it and that which we would can/freeze for supper. although this is not a haibun I enjoyed it immensely. In order for it to be a haibun, it needs to be prosimetric. you may want to go back and take out the line breaks to form sentences. the haiku (last three lines) is perfect for this memory. This has such a friendly feel to it. Thank you for sharing your memories with us.
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I disagree. This is a Western/modern haibun depending on what you read. So many classic Japanese forms have been updated not just for other languages but for the times. I’m trying something new for this haibun. There are many different thoughts about haibun forms depending. I like both modern and classic forms and think they all have a place. I agree I used the term prose rather incorrectly.
I guess it just depends on the person writing it but I like to think poetry is changing even as we know it. I’d like to agree to disagree. Thank you!
3/30/17 This has been edited and other comments removed because of the tone. I want this blog to remain positive and this was about my beloved grandparents.
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Yes, you did say “tight paragraphs” and that’s what I like about poetry/writing the freedom to be creative. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Wow! First, you say you have many thoughts and don’t wish to share them but then you do. Then you close our dialog with such a comment telling me I have no clue and calling my work taDah? I don’t like what you have to say about my poetry or thoughts one bit. If you are directing haibun Monday I won’t be bothering. I have never had a problem with anyone on dVerse making snide remarks.
My friend has won “many” International contests (some in Japan) and awards for his work in some of the Japanese forms you mention, not “some sort of an award.” His books are popular and he’s considered an expert himself and has studied for years. If you belong to the Japanese Haiku Society then you may have voted for his work.
Another friend of mine from Japan (very traditional) writes Tanka in English (she’s also an award-winning popular poet with books out) and I’d never criticize her because she writes in another language she doesn’t always understand. I’d never think to tell her her Tanka is a bastardization because she prides herself on the challenge it brings to write in English. To me, it’s another example of poetry changing.
I know who Basho is and have read much about him and Japanese forms. I belong to many groups that write traditional and otherwise. When I wrote this I knew I was pushing the form and having fun with it. How does poetry change if not by the poets who write it?
Now enough has been said. It’s not the criticism that bothers me it’s the attitude. I asked to agree to disagree. That’s a phrase in English referring to the resolution of a conflict (usually a debate or quarrel) whereby all parties tolerate but do not accept the opposing position(s). It was a polite way to end this before things were said. I’d prefer that now thank you.
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I used to eat vegetables straight from the garden. It is the simplest kind of picnic.
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I sure miss it, Frank. No room for gardening here!
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There’s no veggies and fruits that taste better than ones you didn’t have to grow yourself. Being able to go to someone elses garden and find it all waiting is like a four course meal in itself
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It sure is, Walter! I like them cooked too, of course.
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Happy memories. My parents planted just such memories for all their grandchildren and great grandchildren. This touched my heart.
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We had the same experience that’s why. We were so lucky.
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Oh, I remember my grandfather’s garden and his constant battle with critters that used to eat his carrots–voles.
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In this case we were the critters. Lol! Thanks!
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