Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…
Tag Archives: brown
Oak (an acrostic poem)
Orangey-brown tones enriched by scarab poop.
An idea that had to be renamed to be used by the masses.
Know what? Shellac is still pretty awesome.
Winter (an acrostic poem)
When Mother Nature’s dandruff flakes cover the hard gray-brown ground
It makes me want to give her a shampoo that would help with her scalp condition
Now you might think that I’m being uncaring and callous
True, but I think not letting her know about her problem perpetuates all the negative
Everyone would benefit from her doing a little bit of hygiene
Really, it would make head and shoulders of a difference
Tempt (an acrostic poem)
There was the dark chocolate truffle right there
Egging him on to consume and enjoy the ephemeral experience
Mustering his willpower, he pushed the candy away
Putting him in touch with its shiny ebony brown exterior, but he got up and walked off
The fact that he licked his fingers as he left was totally not a cave
Cookie (an acrostic poem)
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
Soil (an acrostic poem)
Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth
Obviously this wasn’t that. The war had across this dirt
It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands
Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…
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