As sunlight, rain, and fam'ly prayer
were gently poured upon your head,
you stoically stood, whitewashed,
amidst the vibrant marigolds.
Upon this sight we daily checked
inspired and awed by God's design
of how things grew and how things died
(our cucumbers did not survive).
Fond memories of healthy food,
of dirty hands and dirty cheeks,
and happy times together spent
still fill our hearts with love and joy.
A little pig and stately goose
are cherished still within our yard,
but, Francis, you were left behind
beneath our house to help it sell.
You did your job, we can't complain
and truly hope that you were found;
as buried upside down, beneath
our lawn is not a proper "Thanks".
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, May 10, 2011
This was for "Magpie Tales #65". The photo prompt was:
|Photo provided by Tess Kincaid|
These photos are form our first family garden a few years ago. We paid a tiny bit of money for a spot of earth at a local farm in Harbor Springs, MI that reaped huge rewards: tasty green beans, lettuce, dill, tomatoes and lovely sunflowers. We loved going there as our garden was right next to the pasture. The pig and goose were my daughters' addition to the garden with the specific purpose of keeping St. Francis company.
And yes, I know (now) that Catholic practice is to bury St. Joseph, not St. Francis! But, hey - it didn't seem to hurt! :)
I tried to impose a structure with this poem (which nearly killed me!) an 8 syllable count and a "heartbeat" rhythm ... I can't remember what that is called...
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The following photo is for "Perceptive Perspectives" and the theme this week is "high contrast"