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root cellar

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Q. 'root cellar' Jane Tims

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root cellar

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over the hill

cold earth sequesters

seeps of water

and lichened stone

roots in dry sand

preserves on shelves

of rough-hewn boards

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mice gnaw on the seam

of a gunny sack of corn

blue mold on the surface

of a jar of apple jelly

Mama just scoops it away

pumpkins never keep

past December

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 19, 2019 at 7:00 am

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  1. Hi Jane. Thanks. Trying to get back to my blog regularly. And reading yours also!

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    jane tims

    August 19, 2019 at 8:46 pm

  2. I love your poem and also the drawing of the root cellar.

    miriam

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    delphini510

    August 19, 2019 at 3:09 pm

  3. Lovely drawing and poem. It reminds me of the door to a root cellar tucked into the earth that we pass on our autumn leaf-peeping drive. It’s close to the road and in front of the old house above and behind it. Your description of what is quietly going on behind that door is touching…

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    Barbara Rodgers

    August 19, 2019 at 8:29 am

    • Hi Barbara. I think many of these places still exist, unused, hidden now as the years go by and vegetation takes over.

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      jane tims

      August 19, 2019 at 8:45 pm


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