by greyeyesgabriel

Created on: June 25, 2008

Holy Cow!
(The Mushroom Poem)

The moon is full and bright;
I can see far beyond it's light.
Searching the woods for patty traps;
spotting quickly, their little caps.

Brushing gently, with a buzzard feather;
damn, I really love this weather.
With three fingers at the base, I snap;
leaving the roots to grow new caps.

My blue, canvas bag weighs heavy as I gather;
off to my right comes Chico, with laughter.
Together, we found the patch;
together, we picked what hatched.

We will wait for the next rain;
and we shall return again.
Mushrooms in Westwood, just for us;
things are great in those piny woods of East Texas.

1997

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