Monday, December 10, 2012

My grandfather; his early years

my grandfather,
grower of Christmas trees
rows of them
.....before that, children
.....rows of them

      his early years

      on the Kansas prairie,
      memorable 
      and hard . . . like the squares
      of his homemade fudge

Landfall: Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka, 2007


4 comments:

  1. What a vivid portrait in just a few words! I can clearly imagine your grandfather . . . especially the fudge!

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  2. Thanks. He was a character and a survivor. "Against all odds," he lived to be nearly 103. And that fudge WAS hard, also gritty (with sugar).

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  3. very beautiful . . . I like "grower of trees"/"grower of children" ... a wonderful use of space in the first verse . . .

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  4. many thanks for your comment, maggie. the first one was set in Oklahoma, fyi.

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