A HARVEST OF PEOPLE
Max Coots
Let us give thanks for a bounty of people:
For generous friends, with smiles as bright as their blossoms.
For feisty friends as tart as apples;
For continuous friends who, like scallions and cucumbers, keep reminding us that
we’ve had them.
For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;
For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants and as elegant
as a row of corn; and the others as plain as potatoes and as good for you.
For friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as subtle as summer squash, as persistent
as parsley, as endless as zucchini, and who, like parsnips, can be counted on
to see you through the winter.
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time.
For young friends, who wind around like tendrils and hold us.
We give thanks for friends now gone, like gardens past that have been harvested,
but who fed us in their times that we might live.
(My thanks to the late Max Coots. I couldn’t find a definitive version of “Harvest of People,” mostly in terms of formatting. I borrowed this one from Views from the Edge.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Oh this is delicious...a mixed up bounty! Thanks...thanks.