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Root Cellar
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SnoDragon PM
A short vignette of the dirt basement in my great-grandmother's house, which houses jars rhubarb sauce and chokecherry jelly, some over 30 years old. But no one has the heart to throw them out. Please review!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 60 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-06-05 - id: 1956439
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A root cellar is a strange thing,
sometimes scary.
Down the creaky
wooden steps,
a single bare bulb
with a pull string
throws long shadows
on the dark dirt walls.
Jewel tones in jars -
some ancient,
some new -
glisten darkly.
It is cool and damp
in summer,
warm and dry
in winter.
A symbol of hard work
and tougher times.

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