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At The Produce Stand

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The Pyramid Of purple topped Turnips takes me instantly Into the memory of lifetime past In which a brutal winter's cold caused Such scarcity that purple-topped turnips were All the children had to eat for breakfast lunch dinner. Father cursed, Mother wept, Sister died, but the turnip winter showed no sympathy; nature does not care about men, war, or famine.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 2/22/2024 5:14:00 AM

a soulful poem with a gut-wrenching reminder of how the innocent suffer during war. A feeling of sadness washed over me. I thought these words were profound and prophetic: nature does not care about men, war, or famine.

Chetta Achara
Date: 2/22/2024 7:04:00 AM

Thank you.

Ink Empress

Date: 2/22/2024 2:06:00 AM

What a powerful write! So true and so well delivered. Those last words touched my soul and made me tear up. Your way with writing really is soulful, and deeply moving! “ winter showed no sympathy; nature does not care about men, war, or famine.“ soul hitting! Loved this

Chetta Achara
Date: 2/22/2024 7:03:00 AM

Thank you.