Planting Pumpkins

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Indiana soil a brown and dry field
my son put pumpkin seeds in my hand
and with prayers for a bountiful yield
I walked down the rows he had planned
and he stood with some pride on his land
we pushed a seed in earth every three feet
I dreamed I helped him with something grand
enormous pumpkins no one could beat

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Theme: ‘Seeds’ ~ literal seeds, figurative seeds, seeds of love, hope, fear, war… you choose!

  • Form:‘Huitain’
    • One 8-line stanza;
    • Rhyming: ababbcbc; 
    • Syllabic: 8 or 10 syllables per line.
W3 Prompt #166: Wea’ve Written Weekly
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Published by lisaapaul

I’m a paralegal, a widow, mother and grandmother.

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21 thoughts on “Planting Pumpkins”

  3. Lisa, I think “we pushed a seed in earth every three feet” lands so gently and intentionally — I feel the care in every motion. The quiet pride and dreaming between mother and son makes this piece especially moving to me.

    ~David

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