poems In this issue   BACK TO TOOKANY REVIEW HOME   Edited by Kristine Grow & Sandee Mandel For more information about  writing workshops offered by the Cheltenham Township Adult School, contact: Cheltenham Township Adult School 1414 Panther Road Wyncote, PA 19095 Phone: 215-887-1720	Myra Edwards              Front Row Seat                                    The aroma my aunt’s kitchen                                  Reminiscent of past holidays shared                                  Closed eyes I find myself                                  Running through the cornfields                                  Making mazes of maize                                  Forty six open acres of air                                  Allowing freedom’s gentle breeze                                  Unaware of the bustle bursting                                  In the big city                                  Pigs roasting, perched upon the pit                                  Succulent smells of smoke                                  Clams clumsily shucked                                  Corn cooked on its cob                                  Dirt roads seem to have no end                                  Leading to the pigs’ sty and chickens’ coop                                  Box turtles poke their heads after a rainy shower                                  Puddles, mobile homes to mosquitoes marching in unison                                  Watermelon patches become the makeshift battle ground                                  For children blood lines tightly tied                                  Lined up at the bathroom door                                  Impatiently awaiting our bodily inspection                                  Ticks picked with patient precision                                  Anxious feet pitter patter, legs nervously crossed                                  Pajamas hurriedly put on                                  Nightfall approaches                                  We gather fighting for a front row seat                                  Premiering-Grand mom’s scary story     Sixty-five Miles to Eternity                                         On many a summer days                                       A drive to my grandma’s house                                       A journey to eternity                                       Sixty-five miles away                                         Longing to taste tantalizing tomatoes                                       Red ripened on their vines                                       Reaching up to us                                      Arms extended wide                                        A corner store with a country sign                                      Standing by its side                                      A marker of the lavish land                                      Where we once played outside                                        Peaches picked plump and juicy                                      Make it to the wicker basket                                      Woven a weaved wonder                                      Collecting colossal goodness                                        Marching out of the cars                                      In lines of two or three                                      When we look around                                      All cars are now empty                                        The troops all here                                      Rules reluctantly discussed                                      To each one of us                                      We nod in unison                                        Our eyes never leave                                      The majesty of the farm                                      It has engulfed us all                                      An aroma that is warm	"Never be afraid to sit awhile and think." Lorraine Hansberry
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