A bucket in the cellar held the beet crop from last week.

Grandma was going to can them with cinnamon, a favorite family treat.

The house tremored as a gang of elks roamed near,

kicking grandma’s worry into high gear.

“This wouldn’t happen on the bayou, back home.”

She cried out, as her elbow jabbed my side.

 

beet *

jacket

tremor *

bayou *

elbow *

lightbulb

cinnamon*

bucket *

elk*

carport