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.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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