Outside I run,
into the green grass,
I am teeny,
Surrounded by green zucchini,
Red tomatoes,
Purple eggplant,
In his garden, I am like an ant.
The dirt is so soft,
High, high up is our loft.
In his stern voice, Grandpa calls out, "Come here!"
After a second, I run near.
Grandpa's garden is where I want to be,
For all of eternity.
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Kristen Ulrich
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Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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