About those tomatoes . . .

Oops.

In the last blog post

a photo of tomatoes on the vine

prompted the recall of

a long-ago poem.

I thought the first two lines were:

clothes on the line

tomatoes on the vine

BUT!

Today I remembered the correct version:

flowers on the vine

bermudas on the line

summer came and 

summer went and 

no one fed the swine.

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Ho! 

Flowers!
Bermudas!

No tomatoes!

Brains are amazing storehouses . . .

xx

Tomatoes on the vine . . .

Yesterday I brought in these

unripened tomatoes

to save them from frost

but seeing them today

jolted me back to a poem

I wrote and published

(in a small journal)

over thirty years ago

I'm still looking for a copy of the poem

but here are the lines

I can remember so far:

clothes on the line

tomatoes on the vine

summer came and summer went

and no one fed the swine . . .

Well!

I didn't say it was a good poem.

xx