A time machine of nostalgia
Gripping tightly to my thoughts
Tastebuds awakening
With long-forgotten flavor
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Unappreciated by many
Its uniqueness shines
Through summer days
At grandma’s house
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Freshness and crunch
Deliciousness embodied
Nothing quite compares
To this crimson beauty
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A garden offering
Straight from the soil
Though celery’s lookalike
Of little relation
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Crispy, tangy goodness
Wrapped in a coral hue
But don’t eat the leaves
Whatever you do
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Pairing perfectly with
Its satisfying companion
Ivory crystals hugging
This sleek, rosy stalk
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The moment arrives
For this delectable treat
Bright red rhubarb with sugar
Tart, luscious, simple, and sweet!
About the Creator
Elizabeth Petit
Middle School Teacher (most days!)
Aspiring Poet and Short Story Writer (whenever possible!)
Dedicated aunt and committed sports fan
I love a good twist and enjoy trying to surprise others with my writing.
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