The Poetry of Plums

We just wrapped up a wonderful week of day camp at church. It’s been a joy to hear the kids singing and laughing and running in and around our building this week. It’s also been a treat to join them for snack time and lunch time. (Pro Tip: Ministry is very demanding sometimes.)

Every summer, Saint James offers free breakfast and lunch to all children, five days a week. This program, Kids Kafe, serves meals at the three school buildings in town. This week, they also provided sack lunches for day camp. It was a great gift to our church staff, campers, and their parents. It was also fun to see what was waiting for us inside those brown paper bags each day.

I think most of the kids would say Dorito Day or Rice Krispie Treat Day were their favorite. My favorite, however, was Plum Day:

plums

Here they are.

I love plums, but I almost never buy them–they always seem to be too tart or too ripe. I think what I love most about them is really this William Carlos Williams poem:

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

 

Every time I see a plum, I hear that poem in my head.

Never too tart; never too ripe. Just delicious; so sweet and so cold.


What’s running through your head today?

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