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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Food Chain for Sunday Whirl #65

Thanks, Brenda, for another fun and wild wordle prompt!

food chain

his trigger finger plants
a spray of grittled seed
that drops like flicks of hail

another crack of  kernels
swells the row with future

relishing his old refrain
he claims humility
with the gravity of pluck

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Anonymous said...

He sounds like my kind of guy!

Anonymous said...

He makes me think of a picture I have of my grandfather headed out to the fields. Like what you did with the words very much,


Laurie Kolp said...

nice... I really like the last two lines.

joanne said...

succinct use of wordles, without hint of contrivance....nice work

Anonymous said...

Nothing like the gravity of pluck to keep him going... I miss my grandfather.

gautami tripathy said...

Beautiful work, as always..

planted ruminations

flaubert said...

I love that last stanza, Susan, and all it suggests.


Anonymous said...

An enjoyable gardening piece.

Jules said...

It appears that many of us have had grandfathers made of the same 'pluck!' When not at his country home my one grandfather planted a garden a top a three car garage - it was a separate building that was shared by two properties, one he owned and one he rented. The only way up was with a ladder - which he would not allow the grandchildren to climb.

Thanks for your visit.

Anonymous said...

I thoroughly enjoyed your piece. Thank you.


Marianne said...

Wonderful! Loved: "gravity of pluck!"