Daddy cuts a watermelon,
Mama shakes salt.
In the Matheson Cove,
a Fourth of July picnic;
beneath the maple tree.
Ma and Grandaddy waiting,
Uncle Ralph roasting hotdogs;
Daddy cuts a watermelon.
The cousins spit seeds,
Harold swimming in Hyatt-Mill Creek;
Mama shakes salt.
The wagon trail
curving over mountain trails.
Fireworks erupt!
--Brenda Kay Ledford
This poem was published in "West End Poets Newsletter," June/July/August 2016
8 comments:
Love this one Brenda and Congrats on the publishing. Hope you have a nice 4th.
Love the poem and the photo, Brenda Kay. That big old sunflower with the bee is pretty, also.
I love it! My grandfather always planted watermelons for us on his farm. They were the best I've ever tasted!
Lovely poem celebrating a summer picnic, Brenda. I love your sunflower photo in your header too--so pretty!
Hi Brenda! I love your Picnic poem. And I really love the "Mama shakes salt." part.
Years ago when we were living in Germany, far away from our beloved South, I was teaching some friends to how to use a sewing machine. After a while we took a break, and I served everyone ice cold watermelon. One gal saw me reach for the salt shaker and said, "I hope you're not one of those sickies that put salt on their watermelon." O.O Well then, the silence in that room was as thick as refrigerated peanut butter. I was surprised but replied, "I hope you're not one of those sickies that don't." Everyone laughed and enjoyed the melon, some with salt, some without salt. I like mine good and salty. ;)
I hope you and your mama have a wonderful Independence Day celebration.
Toni
Sweet memories...and wonderful poetry.
LOVE the huge sunflower greeting us as we open you blog.
sweet memories of simpler days. :)
Hi Brenda. Enjoyed the poem and love watermelon. We bought a huge one today. Can't wait to bite into it.
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