Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Jars Full of Summer

Marching across my pantry shelf
Jars filled with summer's bounty sweet
Jams and jellies, and all kinds of fruit
But much more than just a savory treat 

The effort to reap nature's gifts
Something so satisfying for me
Appreciating all the earth gives
Food and satisfaction, nearly free



1/18/12

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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl January 30, 2012 at 3:33 AM Congratulations Barbara x

Carol Sunshine Brown January 29, 2012 at 10:57 AM Congratulations on your win in Susan's "JARS" contest Barbara. Love, Carol

Robert Pettit January 29, 2012 at 12:24 AM Congratulations on winning with this fine entry. I hope you had plenty to last a long time.

Andrea Dietrich January 28, 2012 at 7:35 PM I remember this yummy summer one, Barbara, congratulations on a well deserved win.

David Williams January 28, 2012 at 12:57 PM Barbara congrats on your win..David

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 28, 2012 at 12:28 PM congrats BG on a splendid win for this creative composition on jars theme..

Bob Quigley January 28, 2012 at 12:06 PM Looks like we spend a lot of time doing the same thing. Congratulations Barbara

Kash Poet January 22, 2012 at 7:27 AM A very nice write on the contest theme Barbara.Enjoyed the read.

Brenda Victoria Northeast January 20, 2012 at 12:05 PM Sounds all very delicious- wonderful jars full of plenty, blessings and best in the comp. Bren : ) And thank you for your kind support.

James Peranteau January 20, 2012 at 7:01 AM Canning, love it Barbara ! This takes me back when I lived in the Cumberland hills of Tenn. Thanx for the day brightener dear poet ! Have a blessed weekend....much love, james

Andrea Dietrich January 18, 2012 at 4:51 PM what a cool opening line you used. That food storeage personified. My mom used to do this and put them all lined up in our creepy basement so we didn't like going down there. I have never canned one item myself. I think it is a lost art and you are keeping it alive, dearie. Good poem

Dana Smith January 18, 2012 at 4:02 PM This is wonderfully written and so beautiful!! are you entering it in the "Jars" contest? you should!!

Jack Horne January 18, 2012 at 3:24 PM Yes, such things are often taken for granted. Beautiful write, my friend.