Sweltering day in early summer.
Water drips from his brow,
like a leaky roof after a storm.
Digging, hoeing, weeding, watering,
all in hopes of a record harvest.
Today is different; wheelbarrow
and machete in hand, he treks
to the field, cutting
the first fruit of the season.
When wiping his face,
it isn’t just sweat,but intermingled
with the sweet taste of victory.
Cool, crisp, succulent, each bite sweeter than the last;
this labor of love has paid off. It’s a perfect day
for watermelon.
(from Jeremy Paden’s prompt)
Jennifer, your poem makes me hungry for watermelon (and willing to undertake some hard work).
Thanks Gaby. I am ready for some too.
I’ve got a tiny seedling coming up beside my hollyhocks–spit seeds! Luscious poem!
Thank you so much.
Good poem. Well thought out!
Thanks.
Great yummy poem! I cut up a whole one yesterday …… Labor of love ❤️🍉
Thanks Amy