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).
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!
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
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.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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
BTW... wonderful poem that evokes childhood with its musicality.
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
Georg
I like!
John
Kewl onomatopoeia poem.
Newsfie hugs, Rose