An old poem published in a past issue of the Lanthorn, my alma mater’s literary magazine.
The Way of Pears, of Potatoes
I realized, recently, that
Ten would accomplish the mission.
Ten in hand and ten in foot,
Ten in ten will do this job.
The same way wooden ladders –
long, lanky, and thirty years old,
are right for picking pears;
Or how it’s better to go
barefoot, in a dark plaid dress,
when it’s time to turn potato patches:
Snatching some with your fingers,
finding more with your feet.
Pear tree at my family’s home in Pennsylvania.
Wym 