Purple Hulls
An old Chevy truck
Driving to the patch
Bushels picked and placed
Purple there in the back
Snapped and unzipped
Delicious from a pod
Good times as we sit
Our ambrosia of the gods
Sweating as we work
At the bushel basket
Shelled and in a bowl
That’s the way purple hulls happen
Keep the shells for the goats
In the days grown hotter
Slice tomatoes for your plate
And cucumbers if you’ll bother
Have your jar of chow chow
And poor a glass of tea
Be sure you give a blessing
Thankful for all you eat
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: May 2nd, 2018 07:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Lovely write wc.
Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your support.
This sounds like a perfect day..... I went and looked up Purple Hulls.. makes me want to eat them NOW!
Yes, they are delicious. Thanks for your readings.
thank-you for your good nature.
and wisdom. I enjoyed this one a lot.
Thanks, onepauly. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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