The prompt for this week is juicy. I grew up on a farm in Oklahoma, where late summer nights meant cutting a large melon on the back porch table after supper. Some days, my brother and sister and I would go right to the field and drop a ripe melon to break it open, and eat it right there. It was not strange to hear my mom say at night, “you kids hose down before you come in this house!” No photo today, these scenes are from my memories of childhood.
standing in the yard
small hands hold giant slices
juice drips in the grass
the watermelon patch?
sticky streaks on dusty legs
telling evidence
back porch feast
cold Charleston Gray
pass the salt, please
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it sounds great but I’m allergic to melons …
Ha. I still have a watermelon sitting on the kitchen counter that needs to be cut up. Those are great memories, although I’ve never eaten salt on watermelon. I remember my grandparents ate it on cantelope though.
And wonderful scenes they are, Sandy – I can see them clearly. I have similar memories of my own… summer sun, grime and watermelon juice. Thanks for reminding me of them.
What wonderful watermelon memories. All three are excellent.
Oh, I remember these events, too! No photos needed – they are in my head! Nice evocative haiku.
What a delightful series! That second one is tops. Thanks!
very nice – you’ve captured some great moments! makes me crave some watermelon right now. lol.
You paint such a nostalgic scene of your childhood. I can almost hear your momma’s voice in the setting sun.
these are great!
Great slice of childhood !
These are great! You conjured such great imagery, scents and I can feel the juice running as I spit the seeds across the grass
That second one really brings me back in time. The streaks from all kinds of juice on those dirty legs of me. (And now those dirty legs of my kids!)
I too am from Oklahoma, and though I did not grow up in a rural area, I visited farms all the time. My best memories of those times are eating watermelons on the porch and picking them off the vine.
=)
I love this nostalgic haiku, very wonderful!
These sweet lines sent me looking for one of my favorite poems, “Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle” in an anthology by the same name.