Mom, What’s for Lunch?
by Kimmy Van Kooten
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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Scientists are studying the implications of gene flow between cultivated crops and their wild relatives, a common phenomenon between plant species. For example, studies have considered, top left, cultivated wine grape (Vitis vinifera) and its wild relative, top right, California wild grape (Vitis californica), as well as, bottom left, crop radish and, bottom right, wild radish (Raphanus sativus). |
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Crunch, crunch
munch, crunch . . .
Walking leaves and chewing runch
Hot wild rapes and rotting bunch . . .
Crunch, crunch
munch, crunch . . .
Running rivers and swallows punch
Cooling mustards and increment lunch . . .
Crunch, crunch
munch, crunch . . .
Standing oaks and Concord bunch
Warming calm and leavings hunch . . .
Crunch, crunch . . . This is sensational!
Thanks mom!
Copyright 2010
Kimmy Van Kooten
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
7/16/2010 |
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awww this is very cute Kimmy. Thanks for sharing.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister Barbie |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
2/27/2010 |
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Love those hot, wild rapes. I crunch tame rads, dirty caroots, and crisp selaries for lunch. Threw the pig but sand which back to the Earl fifteen years ago. Now I cheet a little sheddar, ocassionly
BTW... wonderful poem that evokes childhood with its musicality.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
2/26/2010 |
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| Vino poetry! Nice photo too! |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
2/24/2010 |
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| lol. Love it. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
2/24/2010 |
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This poem is sensational, too, Kimmy! Delicious, delightful and very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
2/23/2010 |
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Caterpillars have all the breaks!
Georg
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
2/23/2010 |
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Again, Kimmy, it's this unique way you have of seeing and interpreting and communicating.
I like!
John |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
2/23/2010 |
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Crunch, munch, crunch, crunch. Darn I've just just trodden on the Brady Bunch. Said the happy giant.
Kewl onomatopoeia poem.
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
2/23/2010 |
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Too bad most kids don't say Thanks Mom instead they turn their heads and say, I'm not eating that, LOL. Great write Kimmy.
Newsfie hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
2/23/2010 |
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| Hah! I knew you'd get Ed's attention with that sativus reference. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
2/23/2010 |
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| Crunch grapes are new to me, must be a southwest thing...LOL, Ed |
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| Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe |
2/23/2010 |
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| This IS sensational! Love it. :) |
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