Rhythmic Stories June 28, 2023

Watermelon on the Vine

Watermelons on the vine
Grandad grew them mighty fine

Sitting in his garden dirt
Digging till my fingers hurt

Playing while he gathered fruits
Our after-dinnertime loot

Sweet watermelon at night
We couldn’t wait to take the first bite

Cut round or square
We didn’t care

We would fill our bellies up
Until it looked as if it would erupt

Watermelon seeds on the ground
Children’s songs were the sounds

When Grandad would harvest watermelon
It was the best time I remember. If I close my eyes
I can smell them

Watching Watermelon on the Vine
I knew in time. Sweet melons
would be mine🍉

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