Fruits of the Garden

canned veg

Jars of tomatoes, pickles and okra
jellies and jam stored for a winter day.
Housewives shared recipes and
garden gifts across picket fences.

Food without chemicals
from soil rich and fertile
has given way to supermarkets
full of false food that is
destroying us all while
picket fences become
walls of fear.

Memory is all that is left
of a time when
we shared nature’s bounty
gathering for covered dish
dinners spread on tables
beneath the oaks;
laughter and stories
on a summer day.

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