Today is National Hot Sauce Day ????
I've nothing to say about this one !!
So instead here's a poem, I was given a random sentence and asked to create something for it, for a local mag. The sentence was - It was another day with nothing else to do
Than to shell garden peas.
It was another day with nothing else to do
Than to shell garden peas.
Each pea I free from its organic bed
Clears the clouds from my dark head
The pod it pops a party favour
Releasing smell and green flavor
I can eat them raw uncooked and crude
A vegetable cannibal munched and chewed
I thank the stars that my worries melt
With this small action of aggression dealt
The green that’s given from the soil
As simple pea I pod, not toil
And in the end, I bring them to birth
From garden muck a muddy earth
To feed me nutrition and goodness true
To change my colour to green from blue
It was another day with nothing else to do
Than to shell garden peas.
Neville Raper - Nov 2016
