Dusty shelves filled and bowing
Dank and dark, hidden away
Waiting, patient, for the need
Loaded with harvests past
Overflowing with preserved plenty
Left alone, unattended
Abandoned fruit jars
Mason jars full
String beans, corn, tomatoes
Juices, fruits, sweet and plenty
Yet forgotten from another generation
A splendor of color
Sweet and savory melody of taste
Badges of hard labor and caring.
Untended and alone.
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