Canning Crazy Poem by Terry Hoffman

Canning Crazy



I was just a little girl,
my grandma I would watch
getting out the canner
for putting up a batch.

She would wash and scrub and rinse
the veggies and the fruit.
Get them all together,
go on a canning toot.

The berries for the jelly,
the fruit for making jam,
all went in the stock pot
without a diagram.

The veggies from the garden,
which she then washed and cut,
would feed a hungry fam'ly
and round out every gut.

And when it all was over,
my eyes would gleam with joy.
Knowing that through winter
there'd be lots to enjoy.

Now that I am all grown up,
my greatest pleasure still
is going in my kitchen
and canning with a will!

Canning Crazy
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother,personal
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