a food poem

Persimmons, dandelion greens,
polk salad, wild blackberries,
food that grows freely in the woods,
food that my people would eat, sometimes –
 
‘cause sometimes the grocery store didn’t open,
and sometimes there was no money to spend,
and sometimes my people were on the run,
trying to escape an immoral occupation –
 
the time Big Poppa went to work in the mines –
and Daddy went away to the war –
money got real tight around the house;
 
but the woods were always full
of dandelion greens and polk salad,
and wild blackberries, and persimmons.

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Author: Raymond Maxwell

https://raymmaxx.wordpress.com/ Librarian, retired foreign service manager and former naval officer. Strong interests in information architecture, instructional design, critical pedagogy, taxonomies and metadata management, information governance, and cultural heritage preservation.

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