Spring Onions

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In this small town, one person bought many onion sets to plant. Too many, and offered to share. Many of us took them, and they were planted all over town. It lead to me writing this poem, set in the pantoum style, with particular lines repeating.

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Tom Keller’s Onions 

They planted one field of onions the first spring.
The next year they planted more.
Earthy and fragrant, tender green swords broke earth. Neighbors said we want                 to plant onions too. 

The next year they planted more,
fields neatly tucked around the homes.
Neighbors said we want to plant onions too.
Onion fields grew, large and small, like a new kind of music on the radio. 

Fields neatly tucked around the homes slipped
violets and cinquefoil around front yards.
Onion fields grew, large and small, like a new kind of music on the radio.
Sun warmed the damp earth, and stalks grew tall 

Violets and cinquefoil around front yards,                                                                              color and courage, a bit of surprise.
Sun-warmed earth and stalks grew tall                                                                                        with phlox and daisies slipped in. 

Color and courage, a bit of surprise, earthy
and fragrant, tender green swords broke earth. Phlox and daisies slipped in.
They planted one field of onions the first spring.

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2 Responses to Spring Onions

  1. Sue Coles says:

    Lovely images. Is that Tom Keller from S Royalston? I worked with Lynne in Gardner.

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