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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He sounds like my kind of guy!
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,
Elizabeth
nice... I really like the last two lines.
succinct use of wordles, without hint of contrivance....nice work
Nothing like the gravity of pluck to keep him going... I miss my grandfather.
Beautiful work, as always..
planted ruminations
I love that last stanza, Susan, and all it suggests.
Pamela
An enjoyable gardening piece.
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.
I thoroughly enjoyed your piece. Thank you.
~Misky
http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/burn/
Wonderful! Loved: "gravity of pluck!"
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